“Oh I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner”

If you’re over the age of say 35, I’m guessing you know the rest of the words to that little ditty.

Yesterday, I  (and a whole lot of other folks from my generation) took a trip down memory lane.  Yesterday, the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile was parked in front of the Safeway in my town. It was a sight to see.  The adults were laughing and going gaga over a big plastic hot dog on wheels and the kids could’ve cared less.  It was wonderful!

We were stopping traffic – taking pictures of the mobile by itself, with our SO”s or even having the Oscar Mayer rep take pictures of us in front of the Weinermobile! You could hear that aforementioned ditty humming through the air as we were being transported back to when we were kids and eating hot dogs was good.

It brought back memories of family backyard BBQ’s, running through sprinklers,  of hot dogs grilling next to the hamburgers creating smells that made our appetites sing.  Tables covered with red checked tablecloths and  loaded with mom’s potato salad, relish, ketchup, mustard, sauerkraut, onions and of course buns.  Seriously, way back when, eating a hot dog was something to look forward to, something to enjoy.  I know I did…way back when.

I haven’t eaten a hot dog in more years than I can count.  Yesterday though, I considered it.  I’ll take mine with sauerkraut and brown spicy mustard please.

“Oh I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner, that is what I truly want to be. ‘Cuz if I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner, everyone would be in love with me.” (Used without permission)

I dare you to tell me you weren’t singing that out loud (or in your head)! Now you get to enjoy that little ditty running through your head the rest of the day!

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