Chaplin’s been waking me up at 4:30 the last few mornings to stare me in the face then bite me on the nose once I wake up, so I thought perhaps I should get him something new to amuse himself with.

I went to the pet store and found this awesome giant mouse/scratching post that’s stuffed to the gills with catnip, and here’s what Chaplin thinks of it:

After the jump, more pictures to prove I am turning into a crazy cat lady, courtesy of the CrapCam.

I bitch about $3.25 a gallon gas, but in Britain, it’s a bit worse:

Graham, 48, a London building contractor, pointed at the price on the pump — the equivalent of $6.62 a gallon, which means it costs him $125 to fill his tank.

Ouch.

A few tips from Tiki Night with co-workers last night at the Tiki Ti:

1. Tiki Night should not take place on a night where you have to work the next day. You will be sorry.

2. Make sure you eat something nice and greasy before Tiki Night commences. I did not obey this rule, and I am currently paying the price.

3. Do not, particularly after having a Space Pilot and a Vicious Virgin, decide that you should order an Uga Booga to hear your co-workers and the rest of the bar chanting its name.

4. Definitely do not drink the Uga Booga. There’s enough Myers Dark Rum in there to stun an elephant.

5. Note what normally serene co-workers are shouting at a large group of screeching girls to “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” It makes for entertaining office banter in the morning.