Check out this crazy letter I got in the mail today. It was addressed to my parents and concerns how honored they should be that Ray is being named one of our nation's top high school students. This, despite the fact that that my parents have never lived at my address and I haven't been in high school in quite a while.

But you know what? I'm thinking of going through the process. After all, "[t]here are no fees of any kind." Plus, "when we publish Ray's biography, he can enjoy well-earned, widespread recognition."

Let me just say, it's about time.

Suddenly, I am really a convert of that round piece of cardboard that frozen pizzas come on. I mean, I must have eaten, like, 10,000 frozen pizzas in my lifetime, and all I have ever done with that bad-boy is throw it away. (True, technically, once in 2002, I used one to made a faux Survivor immunity necklace, but that is our little secret.)

Anyway, now I am a big believer and here's why: you know the biggest problem that I have with frozen pizza -- aside from the fact that Marsh wants a freaking arm and a leg for them, of course? It's that the little dudes slide around on my pizza pan when I am trying to cut 'em with the pizza cutter. But here's my brilliant discovery: if you put the pizza back on the cardboard thingy, you can cut it without having to worry about it sliding around. Amazing!

And here comes the best part: as an added bonus, the cardboard disc makes a great disposable plate! Not only is it large enough to eliminate those (let's admit it) rather annonying trips back to the kitchen for more pizza, but since I'd already be throwing the cardboard away, there's no guilt associated with using disposable dinnerware in this case.

Not that I have any guilt about doing that. Keep in mind, I'm pretty unrepentant.

I would like to inform you all that the ninjas, aparently, have moved west.

Sign-that-you've-accidentally-become-a-workaholic #27:

When you get home at 5:00 and it feels like like you took a half-day because the sun is still up.