And we thought he was just some pampered, tea-swilling panty boy! Prince Harry, all uniformed up and serving in Afghanistan, looks kinda hottie in the combat gear. In the war zone, too. Wowza. Diana would be proud of her boys, who seem modern and determined to use their lives for more than pomp and pageantry. Good on 'em.

Speaking of Brits, we super dug Sir Bob Geldof's exchange with Dubya about the prez's good work in Africa. Geldof, whose aging rocker coif look a little Einstein-ish, interviews like those pitbull reporters at the BBC. Ever watched a BBC reporter in a press conference? Dayum. They don't play.

It was also a big year at the Oscars, what with the English actors taking home our highest thespian prizes. If only they could export something with a high price tag. Other than Stella McCartney clothes. Sigh.

This week, our biggest dilemma (outside of treadmill, elliptical trainer or Pilates) has been whether to buy Starbucks stock or wait for it to dip. We go back and forth with our better half. Wish we had that Jim Cramer dude on speed dial. We only dabble in the market, and we pick stocks like a dumb chick — whatever stuff we think is cool, we buy. We know, we know. Not exactly Trump like. But it does make us invested in our miniscule portfolio.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Hillary is starting to remind us of that snake in 'The Jungle Book.' Mogli better not trust her. Kaa, that was his name. It's still one of our fave kid movies.

The Barackster, tho, seems to be treating her like a fly at this point. Pesky, but an annoyance, nothing to take too seriously cause he knows she'll be back to bother again soon, flying in sideways with some sort of nonsense. Nice on the picture, BTW. Skirts are not a great look on any man, save Sean Connery, but we applaud B for taking some fashion chances. Tee. Wonder who the dirty trickster is? Also, we super loved the dance Hillary did when asked about releasing her tax forms. Any more juggling and she could audition for Ringling Brothers.

We finally found out where we can get a pink Mac computer. You can order a new MacBook Air and customize it at www.colorwarepc.com. TRES exciting!!!!! Our whole life has been changed by this news. We'll be ordering soon. Those Mac folks are missing out by not offering this option on their own.

We pass along a tidbit by way of the husband of our esteemed galpal Ali Berlow, a top chef and food writer from Martha's Vineyard, who looks like a Ralph Lauren model. Wish we could post a pic. Anyhoo … her husband Sam Berlow runs a company in Boston called The Font Bureau. Recently, he was interviewed by public radio there with the host Brooke Gladstone about the fonts on the logos of presidential candidates and what it all meant. His responses were totally fascinating.

Here are some excerpts:

BROOKE GLADSTONE: Do you think that typefaces really say anything about the candidates?

SAM BERLOW: I think they say quite a bit. If you look at Bush/Quayle, Quayle is the very, very thin, spindly serif typeface and the Bush is a very strong sans serif and it’s set really big. I think that said a lot about that campaign.

The Bush/Cheney was great. It just had that incredible NASCAR feel with the slanted sans serif saying, "We're going really fast. Hang on." If you look at Hillary's campaign, it's really a throwback to Reagan and Bush. It has that feeling of old typography from the '70s and '80s. It's serif. It's sort of highwaisted, as if the lower case, the pants had been pulled up too high. It feels sort of like a bad Talbots suit. Doesn't quite fit right.

BROOKE GLADSTONE: Now, let's talk about Obama's. You think his is pretty hip and cool, right?

SAM BERLOW: I do. They made big, beautiful posters that would say, South Carolina loves Obama, headlines set in a very classy sans serif font called Gotham. It's very clean. It doesn't have any lumps or big balls at the end of the characters. It sort of ends very crisply, like a manicured set of nails — very metrosexual.

BROOKE GLADSTONE: If it were a suit, what would it be?

SAM BERLOW: Armani.

BROOKE GLADSTONE: Now, you say that Huckabee's design is cluttered and confusing. Can you tell us about that?

SAM BERLOW: Well, there are several oddities about the Huckabee design. The six stars that sort of floating down like snowflakes are a bit odd, and the swash that reminds me of Coca-Cola. And then there's this yellow element in the type. The only yellow that I could find in the past was Nixon/Lodge and Goldwater, which puts him in interesting company.

And then the type itself is squished together very tightly and artificially bolded as if they had so much they had to get on the page, like family and faith and freedom, as if the other candidates don't believe in those three things.

BROOKE GLADSTONE: So what do you think would work better?

SAM BERLOW: Well, if it didn't look like a Daytona 500 car, that would be a good start.

BROOKE GLADSTONE: So what's your favorite logo of the candidates still in the race?

SAM BERLOW: I think the McCain is fantastic. The star with the yellow bars clearly says he's a general, he's in charge.

BROOKE GLADSTONE: So is this a serif or a sans serif font?

SAM BERLOW: Well, it's interesting. It's in between, Brooke. It's —

BROOKE GLADSTONE: [LAUGHS] It's a moderate serif?

SAM BERLOW: It's a down-the-middle-of-the-aisle serif. It has elements of a sans serif but the ends of the strokes flare out a little bit.

BROOKE GLADSTONE: So it's a nod to the serif crowd without a complete capitulation.

SAM BERLOW: It's a typeface that can talk to Feingold and can talk to Bob Dole at the same time.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Hungover in the haze of Manolos, hair extensions and SERIOUS jewelry ... we offer this:

Best dressed chicks: Anna Hathaway, magnificent in red; Jennifer Garner, sexy and modern in black; and Amy Adams, who was channeling Veronica Lake and Old Hollywood. Loved Heidi Klum but still wondering what might have taken nest in her hair.

Of the boys: George Clooney, dapper as always. He can do no fashion wrong. Dwayne Johnson, quite elegant for a dude who was a big-time rasslin' star. And Colin Farrell, who is positively hot again, thinner, tan and a good bloke to bring mom as his date. We can tell straight away that he comes from good genes.

Kudos to the blogger last night who posted during our online Oscars event: He says Tilda Swinton looked like David Bowie. Made us blow our martini right out of our nose. We like her runaway originality. She has done some unusual roles.

Other thoughts: Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban looked awfully darned happy. Good to see. Didn't realize that Jessica Alba was so far along. Who knew? Next year, if they even let him in, Gary Busy definitely needs a handler — if not leg irons.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Probably the New York Times has a pile of mean lawyers. Probably no presidential candidate needs to litigate, during election season. The timing is suspect. All we're sayin…

In other happier political news… How will those Clintons feel about losing if indeed that is where we are headed? They must have thought it was theirs when this all started, or at least they had a strategy that felt that way, to us. After all of Bill's anger flashes, it's hard to look back and we wonder if they'll suck it up and lose gracefully or if they'll blame everyone -- voters, their strategists, THE MEDIA, a favorite target -- or even the myth of Obama that they keep trying to peddle as script. Be interesting, this post-mort, if she does lose. We think Hillary won't get over this for the rest of her life.

Another thought we've jumbled around lately with a coupla pals. What if the Barackster picked Deval Patrick, the very fresh Massachusetts governor -- and plagiarist-in-crime -- as his running mate? Would America come undone, with two black candidates on a national ticket? Howard Dean would be moved to scream again. Surely the party honchos will insist on a usual suspect to counter any McCain criticism that he's a freshman with a gift for oration. It's fun to speculate.

Speaking of the general, we give a big princess shout-out to Cindy McCain's consistently rockin' chignon. We do tend to think that the pin with the pearls and earrings and bracelets is over-accessorizing. Otherwise, she's polished. She's nearly out-poshing Posh. (You know, the lovely Spice songbird and fashion empress Mrs. Beckham?) Another thought: Cindy is Elle Woods all grown up, no? We doubt Elle would be on the sidelines so much, but still. You kinda get it. Fits.

In other equally fascinating news: Playboy has launched a new energy drink. Not surprisingly, it contains "horny goat weed" -- whatever that might be. We just thought you'd like to know.

Spring Training. Right around the corner for us baseball lovers. Our fave player, Mr. Curtis Granderson of the Detroit Tigers, has a new contract. He's also blogging again on ESPN.com. We love to read his stuff. He's such an All-American guy, very sweet, optimistic and boyish. Check it out. We hope to get to Florida next month for some games. Nothing better.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Fidelito is over in Cuba, but there won't be real change. Lil Bro is in charge and that means more communism — or, as we define it, running a beautiful nation further into the ground. Oy. No wonder Miami was lukewarm yesterday. We used to live just two blocks from Calle Ocho and when we saw that news footage of Versailles restaurant, our cellulite screamed "pastelitos, pastelitos" with a cortadito to wash it all down. Cuban culture is way cool. Loud. But cool. We wish things were better down there.

Allow us to add on to the growing pack of folks who think the Clinton camp is acting like a bunch of third-graders pointing blame on the playground in the Barackster plagiarism flap.

Mommy, mommy, he's copying me, he's copying me, yammered the tattler. Look here, sister: If his pal says he had permission to use his words — like they are copyrighted or something — then it ain't plagiarism, K? Why would you hang onto this when there is so much else out there to talk about? Oil is now over $100 a barrel. That's a problem. PONDER. DISCUSS. You folks look not only increasingly desperate, but naively petty. Let it go, because voters are smarter than that. Even the dumb ones.

In other Barackster news, perhaps the Obama Mama might want to push back just a tad on her remark about being proud of the country for the first time. She's 40-something and we reckon there have been other moments during her lifespan that perhaps were good ones, too. We'll chalk what she said to campaign fatigue and heat of the moment. It's tough for anyone when your every word and public thought gets scrutinized.

All week long we have been driving a rental Prius. With apologies to Toyota, which makes great and reliable cars, we don't feel “green” at all. What we do feel is that we're driving an expensive tin can that is so silent, we can't tell if the motor is running. The pickup is OK, but it's so lightweight, we got tossed about driving on the freeway in a storm. We're gonna have to let Leo DiCaprio and Cameron Diaz and their Tinseltown environmentalist pals have this car to themselves. It's serviceable enough, but not something we'd buy. P.S.: The stereo is nice.

Four days until the Oscars. Repeat after us: Louboutin, Louboutin. That's French for "amazing shoes."

So there is a new "Hello Kitty" handgun. Who knew? It comes in pink. Will coordinate nicely with our hot pink taser. Memo to self: Renew concealed weapons permit. Legally Blonde goes to the firing range. Film at 11. (We did win the rifle competition at 4-H camp in 6th grade. Not that we're bragging.)

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

While we’re supposed to be focused -- like half of Washington -- on today’s presidential primaries, we are not. This is Oscar Week, just five days from our BIGGEST day of the whole darn year. Oh, the stylists, the hair extensions, the haircolor and handbags.

It’s the Super Bowl for girlie girls worldwide. Bring on the chicken fingers and the Veuve.

On top of our MUST DO BEFORE WE DIE LIST is to attend the Academy Awards, clad in something fabulous. If we met a Genie, definitely this would be one of our three wishes after the big pink house on the ocean and a third wish we will not mention in this space.

Until then, we like to hunker down and watch the entire Oscar show -- from the red carpet arrivals to the best picture, which comes last in a program that is always late. DO caffeinate. (BTW: we are available for our own catty play-by-play just in case someone meaner and skinner falls ill. Everyone’s a critic. Go Cojo.)

Speaking of which: we loved Marilyn Monroe and that girl Lindsay Lohan is NO Marilyn Monroe. Puhleeze. Those pix do put to rest one burning celeb question, tho. Definitely real. Oh, underwire, where art tho?

Our esteemed former colleague Sandra Sobieraj Westfall penned a 25 questions story with the Barackster in this week’s PEOPLE mag. It’s a fun, humanizing piece. He mentions that he’s no longer smoking -- says he never had a huge habit, too much made of it in the first place, he defends -- and he also says he got his wife a nice necklace for her birthday in January. We'd love more details.

We like this couple and think they have a fascinating real-world dynamic -- a balance of power, rather than a powerful partner and an appendage in good shoes. Plus, we are super-keen on quality jewelry. A girl puts up with her guy running for president, she deserves a few baubles for the heartache and loss of private time, right? Tiny Jewel Box, line 1.

Speaking of fashion, WHERE can we get one of the GWB tube tops they are wearing over in Africa where they are digging the prez huge? We must check Ebay or somesuch. Terrific under a nice Comme des Garcons blazer for summer. Something supercute for the conventions.

Nancy Reagan is hospitalized after a fall in her home. We hope she is ok. She looked amazing at the debates but also frail. We are thinking of her and wishing her a speedy recovery. We’d like to have tea with Nancy. She’s a tea kind of lady, dontcha think.

What thoughtful attorney -- given what we know about her fragile mental state -- would suggest that Britney Spears' constitutional rights were being violated because her father, now her conservator, is keeping her home and monitoring who she hangs out with and what she spends? C'mon, counselor ... Give her a chance to recover with some adult supervision. We don't need another Heath Ledger this year.

Pearline, our new fave band. Check em out. Rockin.

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Hey, we wonder if the Barackster would consider using MC Hammer's hit, "U Can't Touch This," as his new campaign theme song. Maybe we could send him some Hammer pants, too, just for fun.

We've seen the "Vagina Monologues" more than once. The script, as you would imagine, is frank. But it's a play, not a public forum. So we're kinda confused that Jane Fonda — God love her — doesn't realize that the "C" word is probably not a good idea for network TV with its somewhat captive audience. In the theater, by all means, let 'er rip. But on the Today Show? What was she thinking? If she hoped to be provocative, allow us to say that it came across as declasse, if not vulgar.

It's Valentine's Day and our beloved better half met us this morning with a nice bottle of our fave French vintage. As a gift, not to drink with our coffee. Capeesh? We'll also do a couple's pedicure. Surprisingly fun, especially if it's BYOB. We are never happier than when we are having spa services.

Speaking of, our main man is a sincere devotee of John Varvatos. We think he has the SoHo boutique on speed dial, a fact that endears us, given our own retail proclivities. But what we really love are the Varvatos ad campaigns, which feature gorgeous black and photos of vintage rockers like Iggy Pop, Alice Cooper and most recently, the members of Cheap Trick, all riding '70s-era bikes and dressed in the latest Varvatos wear. Rick Nielsen, Robin Zander et al. Ya gotta check it out. Way cool. He's someone on our "must meet" list (along with Wayne Newton).

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Didya see the big dog show? Snoopy won at Westminster. Something comforting and pure in the world when a beagle, no less, gets named Best in Show. We feel good about that little critter who connected with his heart. We like it that he woofed the whole time like a real dog — not a stage-managed one.

If we were Hillary Clinton, we might now feel that the wheels were coming off a bit. Yes, she's powerful and has a lot of money and we are not ready to dismiss her just yet. But the momentum shift is palpable. Question is, how well would the Barackster fare against the General in a head to head contest? We aren't totally sure. We must ponder and poll. The Dems must be as divided on their candidates as the GOP is on McCain.

One day til Valentine's Day. A word of knowledge: Dudes, she probably doesn't dig carnations so much. Lilies, yes. Cheapness no. All we're sayin… If you can cook, invite her over and show her you know your way around the kitchen. If you can't, dinner out also works, but you gotta do the planning and make the reservations. Take the lead.

Some drama on the Hill today with Roger Clemens facing off with his former trainer on the issue of steroid use. Clemens seems super-motivated to salvage his legacy in baseball. Extremely defiant in his own defense. You've got to wonder who is telling the truth here and why each side would go to such great lengths to defend their position. Does this trainer have a book deal? We love baseball and we hate it when such a beautiful game is tainted like this.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Ok, funseekers. Valentine's Day is just hours away, so to help out, here's the perfect gift (for the geek-n-u) that says not only I love you but also "Who are you?" and gets answers down to the Nth degree — www.23andme.com. Pricey yet unique, no? Everyone's an armchair CSI these days.

If you were, say, running for president and were, say, behind — a lot — would you confess to people that you once cooked squirrel in a popcorn popper in college? Cause we're thinking, although folksy, that a tale like that probably does not enhance one's image, particularly in states where eating squirrel is not exactly commonplace. Ya gotta save details like that for the autobiography, not the campaign trail. A lot of Americans just aren't ready.

Just for fun, we are going to go down to the surveillance cameras that the District police are now monitoring round the clock and we going to perform karaoke. Yes, we'll bring a boombox. Expect a nice selection of disco-era and 80s-inspired hits, heavily choreographed. Big Brother is watching. We might as well dance.

Our new guilty pleasure: DJ Armando and his "Addictions" show on XM Radio's 81. Best dance mix EVER. We're also still firmly a Miguel Migs fan, too. LOVE HIM. Also a huge fan, no pun intended, of the dance track artist Colton Ford. His videos are insane.

Teddy, the Bear is running for president. Probably you haven't heard of his campaign (www.electteddy.org), but the little one, a mascot of the National Parks Conservation Association, is out there making an appearance at a polling place to draw attention to the issue of what he says is "lack of funding and critical protection" of these areas. Bears are good. You should shake his hand.

The Grammy Awards telecast on Sunday was too long and seemed uninspired. That said, Amy Winehouse is an Eliza Doolittle-gone-mad goddess. Loved her surreal performance, such an odd little bird with a big, unique voice. Yes, of course. And the big hair, too!

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

It's been a rough weekend for the Clintons.

First, the missus loses several weekend primary contests to Barack Obama. Then, the would-be first laddie got smoked by Obama, who beat out the former prez as he picked up a spoken-word Grammy at the Sunday afternoon awards ceremony for the recording of his book, "The Audacity of Hope."

I'll bet they thought it would be easier to beat him, no?

In other Clinton moments: we probably should let it drop, but we can't. Perhaps "pimped" was a poor choice of words, but we're fairly certain that broadcast boy was just being colloquial, not nasty, when he suggested what he did.

Not that we will rehash whether this is true. We'll let you y'all draw your own conclusions. What smacks us up is this: Chelsea Clinton is 27 years old. Last time we checked, most 27-year-olds don't need their moms sticking up for them.

Hillary created more negative energy around herself by slamming MSNBC by speaking out in fury than if she'd just shut up, and maybe, just maybe, let Chelsea SPEAK FOR HERSELF. C'mon. She's capable of graduating with a master's degree from Oxford, but she needs mom to rush to her defense? We think not.

Actually, behind all of this is our utter disbelief that it was fine with Mrs. Clinton to have her adult daughter standing on stage like a prop whilst she gave her stump speeches. How weird did that look?

And how dumb was it when Chelsea had to tell a 9-year-old reporter that she couldn't talk to her because she didn't talk to the media? That was just plain ridiculous. Chelsea, as an adult child of a former president and possible future one, is fair game, if you ask us. Not that we think she deserves a public intrusion into her life. But she's well known. People have followed her life path. They want to know what she's like, what she thinks. We're pretty sure, too, that she's terrific, well-spoken and bright. And totally capable of expressing herself on a national stage. We don't think she's been "pimped out," but we sure think keeping her mum and on the down-low has been a dumb strategy.

Now, trotting her out when mom is losing support and needing some delegates -- letting her speak, for gosh sakes -- seems like a gimmick.

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

TGIF. Excited for the weekend, provided it does not snow ... more. We’ve got about a foot where we live and today, our Uggs officially gave way to the water. Not at all princess-like. The only place we venture is the gym.

Here is what we know:

1. Cindy McCain does travel with a stylist who helps with her killer coifs. We’d like to grouse that this is over the top, but ya know, we think they look really good. SHE should do the St. John ad campaign.

2. Not sorry to see Mittens leave the race. We have said from the beginning that this wasn’t going to work out so well. There was not the connection -- for whatever reason -- being made with a broad swatch of voters. Yes, lots of conservatives absolutely dug his positions, but we're still not sure they found him a winner. Just the only guy they could get next to, politically. He has a lovely family. We'll say that.

3. Vanity Fair magazine cancelled its Oscar party, which is one of the coolest shindigs on Hollywood's biggest night. Hopefully Elton John will still be hosting his. We get super bummed at the thought of our Academy Awards not happening.

4. Another member of young Hollywood is in rehab. Kirsten Dunst is now at the same place that Lindsay Lohan stayed in Utah. We hope it works out. Maybe she was scared straight after the Heath Ledger death. There are others who need to go as well. We won't name names, but their "appetites" shall we say, are hardly secret to the insiders who run in that party circuit.

5. Time favors Barack Obama against Hillary Clinton. More money, more ways for Bill to pile on and ruin her chances. We know he's popular but he hasn't done her any favors on Obama. More time for her to get frustrated and angry and stop listening to anyone -- but Bill. We feel. Not sure what to think about the motive behind using their own money. We find it hard to believe they are out of cash. Mebbe Jack Nicholson and Babs can show Hil some love and dig deep into their fortunes. Wait, there are limits, no? Yes, there are, but more on this later. (Ask our esteemed colleague Jerry Seper about this. The plot thickens.)

And finally -- Louisiana Democrats vote on Saturday. You folks down there in NOLA and all over the state have been through it in recent years, so mad love for you and wishes that this vote will go off well. Allow us to say that every time we have visited the city of Mardi Gras, Emeril, Commander's Palace and all that, we've left exhausted, stuffed, pickled and darned happy about the experience, which is deliciously hedonistic, a culture we can admire from afar. Aside from Venice -- Italy, not the beach -- it's one of the only cities where you can find true magic around nearly every corner.

Muffaletta, ya'll.

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Some night, both politically and weather-related. McCain, looking strong, Hillary and the Barackster still dueling it out. Let the fun continue.

Some thoughts: Cindy McCain, with her red suit, multi-strand pearl and up-do, looking impossibly chic. Major style points for Republican Barbie. We also dug the Obama Mama's outfit, too. We love watching these women do the fashion tight right on the trail. It's a difficult juggle and although some pretend we aren't watching, truly we are. We wonder if Cindy is working with a stylist or if she's so good she's putting this all together on her own. If so, major princess props!

We are a West Virginia native so we found the treacle of their Republican nominating process yesterday some delicious drama. Mittens must be super-ticked. Good to see the GOP there so engaged. What we wonder about is the general election. West By God is a Democratic state, and yet it went both times for GWBush and also Reagan. Would anyone there vote for McCain over Hillary? Obama? That will be interesting to see. What folks in W.Va. lack in education and economic moxie, they vastly make up for in common sense, the internal hot-air meter. Natives have it in spades. That's why when Al Gore rode in and told them he was a son of Appalachia, they laughed collectively and voted for a Republican. They can see right through the stuff. It's a gift really, my people.

The Barackster will get a lot of money after last night from a lot of little people. Hillary will need every penny she gets after this Super Tuesday. It will be interesting to see the strategy shifts as the march continues. Wonder if B will continue to debate her? We predict more fireworks, more compelling than a soap opera. Our gal pal in Florida wrote us this morning that she grabbed her husband's remote last night and said "this is MY Super Bowl" and he gladly surrendered it, knowing that she was fully engaged in the political sphere.

And one more thing: we chuckled a bit when "The General" gave his speech last night. Standing behind him for the media op was none other than Florida Gov. Charlie Crist. And ya know, we don't think that's an accident. You heard it here first. There's your veep. Young, maverick, Republican but not walking that thin conservative line.

Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Well, it was the cusp of Super Tuesday and so after a sweat session at the gym last night, we did what any red-blooded American journo fresh from the trail would do … bought a killer pint of Haagen Dazs Mayan chocolate ice cream and hunkered down in the office to read the prognosticating. It's like rolling a bunch of big political dice across a game board that is our nation — the Wonk Super Bowl.

But back to the grub. Allow us to say this snack is essentially Satan in a carton. And it did take the edge off as we cruise into the massive primary crush and eagerly await the results. Oh boy … we can hardly stand it. Plus, the writer's strike looks like it might end, which can only mean on thing: WE'LL HAVE AN OSCARS SHOW AFTER ALL.

Oh, the agony, the redemption, the stylists and designers salivate at this forecast. Plus, in addition to all of this political hype, it's fashion week in New York — so much fabulosity we are ready to explode!

In other news: Hey, Bob Dole cares. Enough to come out swinging on Rush Limbaugh, who, in case you haven't heard, isn't a huge fan of John McCain. The problem for Rush, like other staunch conservatives, is there isn't another candidate that works in the big picture so it's looking like McCain or bust. That's not a dis to Mittens, it's just we think there are an increasing number of folks who wonder if he can go the distance against the Democrats — either B or H.

We think those most recent Hillary tears are the result of a. exhaustion and b. fear that her life's ambition is slipping away. We don't think they are fake at all, as some suggest. We'll be watching her numbers and looking at where her support is coming from, which is key.

Today we had a enjoyable moment assessing where Hollywood is going in terms of candidates. DeNiro for Obama, Jack Nicholson for Sen. Clinton. Interesting to see who picks whom — and also who has been silent. Maybe they are waiting to see where things fall after Tuesday. Probably a lot of key players are.

PS: Political/shopping confessional. Whilst in Florida, in between campaign stops, we managed to pull over our Hubris N' Handbags tour bus long enough to peruse the women's shoe salon at Nordstrom where we were unable to resist the Stuart Weitzman jelly sandals in silver. They also come in gold, just in case you need a little summer for your winter soul.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Alert, alert: The mute Chelsea speaks!!!!!!

Is this a sign of 11th-hour Super Tuesday desperation or did the little one finally decide on her own to roll up her 20-something sleeves and do something actual?

We hear by way of those funseekers over at The Politico that Chelsea Clinton, whose campaign role to date has been to stand alongside her mom — in usually amazing footwear, we might add — and look on glowingly while Madama Senator puts it to the people. Not that they'd want to abuse the child of two powerhouse politicos by putting her adult self in the public eye, right?

But now, Chelsea is reportedly ringing up uncommitted superdelegates to ask for their support Hillary.

We can only imagine their glee.

"Hello."
"Yes, hi, this is Chelsea Clinton."
"How do I know it's you, we haven't heard you talk? We weren't sure you could speak? Or if they'd let you?"
"It is me, I promise. I'm all grown up. I work for a hedge fund. I've kissed boys, and I'd like to ask you to vote for my mom?"
"Prove it, sister."

Any number of possibilities on what she might say after that. Certainly tho, fodder for late-night comedy routines.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Super Tuesday, almost here … eager to see how it all shakes out, aren't you?

We talk a lot of politics in our household — usually we make fun of local and state officials, which is like shooting fish in a barrel — but rarely do we discuss how we're voting. Our better half finally confessed his presidential choice this election cycle. How are you voting? I asked him. "NO," he said. Yep, that's it. "NO." We like it that at least he's clear.

Candidly, we are not over Tom Brady's treatment of Bridgett Moynihan and so we don't care if he's player of the decade. He's a big creep in our book and so there you go. We were happy to see our W.Va. homeboy Randy Moss do well. Mostly tho we loved all the little rodents featured in the Super Bowl commercials. SO darling! Even the 'Thriller' salamanders were cute. Was that Naomi Campbell? We can't conceive she can dance — but if it wasn't, it was a great lookalike. It was an ad for some kind of froufrou water. The name was upstaged by the lizard dancing, tho.

Tom Petty … get thee to a tailor. Major respect rock Gator, but that jacket, as our esteemed galpal pointed out, was not a flattering cut. LOVE the band, tho, even with all that faux, staged rushing the stage.

Dude, those power chicks out on the stump for Obama, with den mother Oprah, Mrs. Guhvanator Maria Shriver, Caroline Kennedy and the O Mama, too. That is some liberal estrogenfest. If you were to tally the shoe, purse, haircare and Botox budget of all the ladies sharing the stage this weekend, you'd have the GDP of Kansas.

HB 282, Mississippi Legislature. Illegal to serve very fat people in a restaurant. Do these backwoods lawmakers have nothing better to do than get up into someone's private dining business? We know Mississippi has a tough track record on that score. But still. It's America and if folks want to eat themselves into pork-laden oblivion, it's their right. Taxpayers probably shouldn't have to foot the healthcare bill tho. We'll go there. Lots of costs from obesity. "Gimme some grits, witch. Or I'll sit on ya."

Lapsang Souchong, the Chinese tea. It tastes like drinking cigarettes.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Rarely do we wish we were French. Except for the fashion, the wine, the Louis Vuitton steamer trunk (but who is counting). We do think there is a lesson for us from across the pond (unrelated to hygiene).

Carla Bruni, the model, the former Mick Jagger/Eric Clapton galpal, is the new French first lady. And strangely, everyone over there is taking it just fine. Courtship: nine weeks. President Sarkozy: Barely divorced from his second hottie wife. Et voila! New supermodel missus after a whirlwind love affair, making the hot news section of PEOPLE online, no less. A glam coupling!

Here, of course, a single president, who divorced in office, would garner some sort of Congressional finger wag, if not worse. Marrying some model chick would make most inside the Beltway dub him a playboy. Here, a president would not likely BE president if his personal life weren't a settled, stable, done deal. Ya know it's true. We hold these things against 'em, any sort of personal misstep or foible. Scrutinized to the hilt.

But the French. C'est la vie. Jeunes maries.

We wish those two crazy kids the best.

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times