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Coolest website ever: www dot pandora dot com. If you like music.

I'm going to need someone to take over my little ivy plant while I'm gone. Or someone can just have it. Any volunteers? It's been alive since last summer, which is the longest period of time that I've ever kept a plant. And it's not like I can plant it in my yard... Since I don't have one.

I have no plans for my ten days of leave after day two. That means rounds upon rounds of Trivial Pursuit. I should get some new cards.

That said, if anyone wants to hang out while I'm in J-ville, let me know. Other than Shannon. She has to work. Anyway, I'll be at the beach, or hiking through the woods with Regan. Seriously. For like eight days in a row.

As long as it isn't cold. If it's cold when I come home I'm going to mutiny. Or write the President. Or something.

Hey, that reminds me. When I was a junior in high school I took a speech class. For the last quarter of the class, Mrs. Doner held a debate tournament, which, if your team won, you'd get a 100 for the quarter. Second place got a 98, and third got a 96, I think.

Anyway, my partner and I had this debate--on social reform, I think. And our plan was going to be in healthcare, or childcare, or something. So I decided to write to Hillary Clinton--because, of course, she was really into the social reform deal, and especially in this area that we were debating--to see what reforms she really had in mind. For good measure, I wrote the President, too, and asked a couple of pretty basic questions.

You know what I got back?

Presidential baseball cards.

Okay, not literal baseball cards. But seriously, I got postcard-sized photos of Mr. and Mrs. Clinton, and each card had the person's "stats" on the reverse of the photo: Where he went to college, when she was born, the year he got elected, etc. I also got a form letter from each of them thanking me for writing the White House.

Presidential baseball cards. The next campaign gimmick, I wonder?