Last night I dreamt that I was writing a note on the to-do list on our refrigerator. The note read "make a copy of Randy Newman on Musicians for Jeff".

"Jeff" was Jeff Bezos, sitting on our couch eating potato sticks. Weird.

Except for the potato sticks part -- we don't actually have any in the house, but he seems like a potato stick kind of guy. And if Bezos is dropping by, I'm sure you don't mind running to the store for some potato sticks.