Turkey and a big brown shoe*

Ok, technically it's a brown boot. But I wanted to work in a reference to the Thanksgiving song. Anyway, we'll get to that in a minute.

First, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! We're waiting for Maya to wake up from her nap so that we can head out to NJ to see my parents, sister & her family. Then tomorrow we're going into the city to have another Thanksgiving with Dave's family. Two thanksgivings :)

I just walked to Starbucks to grab a gigantic coffee before we leave, and was surprised (and bewildered) to see a boot on our car. Not the orange kind from the city that you get if you don't pay your tickets . . . a cowboy (cowgirl, actually) boot. On the car. Literally. Who leaves a boot on a car?

My first thought was that maybe it was in the gutter next to the car and some helpful person wanted to make sure that we saw it . . . or maybe it was a marking left from one hoodlum to another (the secret break-into-this-car code?). But surely there are less conspicuous ways to mark a car for crime. And who leaves a boot? Honestly.

Here's a pic: