Thought this would be a nice little conversation piece to share as my friends around the country settle in for a lovely Thanksgiving meal. So much to discuss here, yea?

In case you’re wondering ¬†– as I did when she handed it me after art class – it’s a turkey drumstick. (Yes, I paid for this to ¬†happen.)

My take? He’s distressed about being eaten. Hence the crazy eyes, maniacal smile and spittle / sweat droplets. He’s not a soccer goalie as Kenny incorrectly assessed. He’s wearing a Pilgrim hat that is not complete.

One thing is certain, today I am thankful for Grace and her delightful art pieces.

Xo.

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I'm Bridget. 37. Mom. Wife. Worker. I lived in Philadelphia (or thisclose to the city) for 35 years. That's all changed. We moved. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To Portland, Oregon. Cue minor culture shock.

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