P365 Day 182: Dogs, lungs and taxes (in that order)

One last picture of Joey-Puppy. Who knows how he's surviving without Paul constantly giving him treats, pets and empty Coke bottles to chew on. He's quite a character (Joey, not Paul. Okay, Paul's a character, too.).

I went to the doctor today for a nasty little respiratory infection that started soon after Christmas but couldn't be addressed until after we came back to Chas. My doc prescribed an antibiotic, then asked if I could feel I'm only wheezing in my left lung. (I can't.) So, to that I say: You go, right lung! And left lung, learn to keep the eff up.

Oh! A few days before we went to Memphis, a few people on Twitter started commenting on the new Mo' Money Taxes commercial. Comments ranged from "WTF?" to "Stay classy, Mo' Money (eye roll)." I got to see the commercial firsthand when we were there. This is it, though this version is branded for Ohio. Watch it.



Mo' money, mo' problems, no?