Do you like that? Jo brought me back a voodoo doll from New Orleans (she was at an anatomy conference there last week). This thing is horrible. It’s much more horrible in real life and this photo doesn’t capture the tackiness or the nastiness of whatever this thing is stuffed with (coconut hair?). I’m tempted to take it to this morning’s exam to sit and hold it against my chest with a mad, mumbling gaze. I’m not sure the already freaked out first years would find it as funny as I would, though.
Jo and I try to bring back the worst gifts we can find for each other when we travel. I don’t see how I’m going to beat this.