BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

Had been doing yard work all day on a warm spring afternoon. The honey-dos were piled high and I was in full gear to keep peace in the house. After 4 hours of mowing, weeding, mulching and raking I was wooped. The mental toughness required to continue was driven by the thought of my Butterfinger waiting for me on the kitchen table. I went inside with thoughts of sweet chocolate running in my head when I was met by my pooch with a smile on his face and the trademark orange wrapper stuck to the slobber of his jowls... Never so defeated had I ever felt. With friends like that....