BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

But he had eyes for another. I was out in the backyard with my putter when he came home in our large sport utility vehicle and my butterfinger. Yes,....he had taken it out of the glove box...he never looks in there. That was the last time....for I chased him out of the drive. I am sure he was going to get me another....except he hit the neighbors tree. The rest is history. After six months of therapy, this week we are mastering another try at learning to leave each other's stuff alone.