We were walking on the treadmill this afternoon, trying to hustle off the pecan pie we downed on Thanksgiving, when we found ourselves humming the new Nancy Pelosi fight song. It's the Pam Tillis tune, perhaps you have heard it ... and it goes like this: "Just call me Cleopatra, everybody, cause I'm ... queen of denial." Yep, the troop surge was a bad idea. (Smiling Grinch smile here).

We love it how FoxNews describes its reporters as "embedded" with the presidential campaigns -- like the war correspondents. Probably similar qualities here, particularly people trying to keep reporters away from the news.

We highly recommend Guy Trebay's fab piece in Sunday's NYTimes on scenester Andre J. Look past the obvious diva fluff and there's a message here on living: Be true to your school. Go Andre!

Speaking of the Sunday NYTimes. We found ourselves relaxing yesterday morning at our suburban news lair with our better half, reading the turbo weddings section, sipping our Zabar's coffee, watching the Sunday chat shows with NPR in the background on the radio. And suddenly, in a moment of clarity, fearing we were about to explode as a couple of liberal ho-ho's, we quickly switched over to the Spongebob Squarepants movie on Nickelodeon and changed the radio to the car talk program. Scary. We are deeply concerned that we are becoming the people we can't stand.

And speaking of the better half, here is a portion of his Christmas music wish-list: Devil's River, Chris D; Teen Babes From Monsanto, Redd Kross; Clang Bang Clang: The Songs of Charles Manson, various. And you thought shopping for your picky kid was rough.

We are officially BORED TO TEARS with the neverending political primary season. We are now down to reporters writing about candidate diets and such. Mittens eats his wife's granola for breakfast, John McCain craves spaghetti and Mayor Rudy likes to steal leftovers from voter's plates. ZZZZZZZZZ. Make it happen already. By the time of the summer conventions, we will have to medicate ourselves to keep interest.

Didya see that story about the chick that had a 10-pound hair tumor removed from her stomach? Seems she was having trouble eating and found out there was a terrible blockage. Turns out, she had a condition where people EAT their hair. And we'd like to know -- since it is just after Thanksgiving -- how many calories are in hair? Seriously, if it's filling and stops us from munching, it seems like a low-maintenance diet plan. We have a lot of hair, too.

We hear that smoldering thespian hunk Terrence Howard will make his Broadway debut in February as Brick in "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." We do so love that play and think he will make an excellent Brick in this revival. Wonder who will play Maggie? How about Angelina? Last time we saw this, Kathleen Turner was amazing as the female lead. We hope to catch a show. Parfait casting.

We are adoring that RTW clothes label "Free People." Super fun, inexpensive casual stuff. It's at Lord and Taylor if ya wanna look. We are also enamored with the velour Juicy Couture swing dresses. So snuggly comfy with some tights and the UGGS.

Our fave stocking stuffer: the Chanel lipgloss trios. Who would NOT want THAT?

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times