I never knew there was a whole day dedicated to bologna - or baloney as most of us call it. But I recently learned that every day is a holiday of some type. Everyday, somewhere, someone is celebrating something
So, in the spirit of recognizing the uniqueness of our days, let's celebrate!
Take a minute to remember those summer day childhood lunches of baloney sandwiches with mayo, chips piled along side and a glass of milk within reach. If you were really lucky, your mom would fry the baloney. Yumm!
A simple pleasure. And really, aren't those the best kind?
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