I realized that I never posted the picture of Chester flopping in that adorable way that says "I'm spoiled. I have plush fur. Pet me. You know you wanna." So without further ado...



Oh, and don't you hate it when you're frickin' tired earlier in the evening, so you pass out on the couch and think you've been asleep for most of the night, when it was only 2 1/2 hours, but it's still enough to make you wake up when you're supposed to be going to bed? And, as a super fun happy special bonus, that nap is full of bizarre and worrisome dreams? Bah.