Remember that business trip? Awwwesome. But in the middle of an 8 hour brainstorming, mind-blowing cerebral marketing explosion, I get a buzz. A text. Not from a vendor, advertising whore, media kiss-ass, or frustrated customer. I get this emergency text, from Kid1, college smarty-pants, who although she’s discovering just who she is, she is also discovering she may, in fact, still need her mama. Which only means, that even though