Your post reminded me of a song my daughter came home from camp with - fried ham, fried ham, cheese and bologna.....we were just singing it over the Christmas holiday. She's 34 and I'm old enough to be her mother. What's that say about us?

I think we're changing the lyrics, dedicated to you. Fried squirrel, fried squirrel, cheese and bologna. We'll have onions, pickles and peppers, then we'll have more FRIED SQUIRREL!!! what can i say? it's monday and the whole day pretty much bit the big one.