Getting comfy can be tricky business. Sometimes pillows need to be tossed to the side or fluffed before I find that perfect spot.  Typically my most comfortable positions aren’t the most dignified or natural, so don’t judge me for these…

Okay, so some of those were a little bit embarrassing, but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do, right?

By the way, some of my most comfortable moments have been experienced on my ottoman, a few of which I’ve already documented here and here.

My brother Winston wasn’t feeling very well this week.

I was worried about him because he took a lot of naps and didn’t want to eat.

I rested right by him as much as I could. I let him use my new bed.

I thought he might get better,  but he didn’t. It was a very sad day.

I’m going to miss him.

This is Earl, my rubber chicken. I got him for Christmas and he is one of my best toys friends. Apparently (according to the box he came in) he is “the ultimate chick magnet” and “was conceived in the back of an old pickup truck in Memphis.  A legend in his own mind, he overcame his humble beginnings to bask in the glory of his alter ego “Earlvis”. Now semi-retired from his nightclub gigs, he runs a small honky-tonk joint in Florida where “Earlvis” sightings are occasionally reported.”

But I don’t care about any of that. I just like to bite him and annoy the family with his squawking. My mom even did a little Vine video featuring me and Earl. You can watch it and hear the cool sound he makes below:

jack and earl vine from Jack Michaels on Vimeo.

Also, here are a couple of neat photos from the day I met Earl.

Sometimes I wish my mom would cool it with all the decorative pillows. It makes it difficult to sprawl out and leaves me hanging on for dear life…HALP!

One of my favorite cloudy day boredom busters is toilet paper destroying. You just can’t beat the thrill of quietly sneaking it out of the bathroom, carrying it into an unoccupied room and really going to town on it. I try to tear it to shreds as quickly as possible before my mom shows up and takes it away.

Don’t take it mom.

Good times, good times.

Sometimes when it’s raining out, I just gaze out the window and imagine I’m doing this:

Jack Racing Through the Yard from Jack Michaels on Vimeo.