saying (semi-coherently) "Uncle Josh!" and then laughing. So I'm pretty pumped, because she's been having trouble saying my name, and it was fairly clear this time. I just figured that my brother put her up to this message to showcase this profound developmental milestone. When I call back, my brother tells me that in fact my niece took his phone when he wasn't looking, and then by chance speed dialed my number. When she heard my voicemail message, she -wait for it- recognized my voice, and then left that message. Yeah, my 18 month old niece just left me a voicemail.Second, we got another picture of our dog, who still doesn't have a name. We still have 3 weeks to work on that. Also, we just found out she's hurricane proof.
And finally, a quick medical story. I'm seeing a patient, when her gigantic husband starts talking to me about how it's acceptable to eat animals that you run over. He tells a story about how he ran over a deer's legs. Not one to waste, he turns around, pulls up to the deer, and being gun-less but resourceful, cracks the deers head open with a pipe he has in the trunk. The story ends with the deer waking up in the trunk, running its antlers through the top, and the guy shooting it through the trunk with a rifle. Anyway, after all this, as I'm leaving the room, he asks me if I want to go bear hunting with him. I of course say yes, and then he tells me that we can't go with guns. I say, "Oh man, I couldn't hit anything with a bow." He replies, in all seriousness, "Naw, we won't use those. We're goin with swords."Yeah, swords.
