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In which Butterfinger and Baby Ruth are besties

It all started with the ice cream.


Well, it all started with the frozen yogurt.


Maybe it all started with the brownie with the ice cream and fudge on top


Actually, it all started 23 years ago when Keely Rae MacDonald was born.


Is that confusing?


Let me clear that up.


Last night, Kevin and I took Keely out to dinner for her 23rd birthday.  She was born on October 17, 1989 and as you may recall, the earth went crazy and there was a huge earthquake.  That, however, is NOT a part of this story.  It is a fact though.


So we went out to dinner at the restaurant of Keely’s choice and had our dinner.  What we had was unimportant.  The important thing to note was that Keely wanted ColdStone Ice Cream for dessert.  We don’t normally go to ColdStone, we normally go to Taste, which is a frozen yogurt place, but this was her birthday so we agreed.


Well, not completely agreed.  Since we had two cars (we met Kevin at the restaurant) I agreed that Kevin would go home (he had some business calls to make) and I would take Keely to ColdStone to get her ice cream and I would then swing by the frozen yogurt place to get what Kevin and I wanted.


Why you might say?  Well these two places weren’t far apart and I’m not a big ColdStone fan because it’s so damn sweet.


That was the plan UNTIL the waiter brought over a brownie with ice cream and fudge on top.  Of course, we had no choice but to eat it but between the three of us it was barely adequate.


I then decided to bag the froyo and just go to ColdStone.  After all, any attempt at being healthy was already laughable at this point.  Now I know what Kevin likes at froyo but not necessarily at ColdStone.


Me:                  so what flavor do you want?


Kevin:             you know what I like? (That’s his first mistake)


Me:                  I know but just humor me


Kevin:             I like caramel and stuff … you know


So Kevin left and Keely and I went to ColdStone to get the ice cream.  Now I haven’t been to ColdStone in years but they mix in toppings and you create what you want.  Keely knew immediately what she wanted but I was looking at the specials for Kevin.


Me:                  how about that? It’s sweet ice cream with caramel and fudge and stuff


Keely:             I don’t know. Does daddy like sweet ice cream?
Me:                  I have no idea what sweet ice cream is.  Hey how about that one?


Keely:             it says caramel yogurt with Butterfinger and more caramel


Me:                  that sounds good


Keely:             does daddy like Butterfinger?


Me:                  sure he does…he gets it all the time at Taste yogurt


Keely:             he does?


Me:                  … but lets get him vanilla with caramel and Butterfinger


So we placed our order (I got coffee ice cream) and we brought it home.  Keely and I had finished ours in the car but Kevin got down to business.


Kevin:             what the hell is this combo?


Me;                  its vanilla with Butterfinger and caramel


Kevin:             it’s ridiculously sweet and why did you get me Butterfinger?


Me:                  you love Butterfinger


Kevin:             I NEVER eat Butterfinger


Keely:             I told you mom


Me:                  are you kidding me Kevin?


Kevin:             we’ve been married 25 years and you never even know what I like!




So we were watching some TV and every 5 minutes or so Kevin would say to Keely, “Hey, why don’t you get your mother to get you some Butterfinger or something else that you don’t EVER eat Keely?” and I was finally like:


Me:                  that’s bullshit


Kevin:             what’s bullshit?


Me:                  when we went to taste you almost always have vanilla with Reese’s Cup but there was this one period where instead of Reese’s you put in Butterfinger. That’s why I surprised you with Butterfinger because Reese’s doesn’t go with caramel


Kevin:             It wasn’t Butterfinger, it was Baby Ruth


Me:                  what was?


Kevin:             I was putting Baby Ruth in the vanilla.  That way it’s like a turtle sundae with the caramel


Me:                  Baby Ruth? OMG…you’re right it was Baby Ruth


Kevin:             yeah I know I’m right. I never eat Butterfinger


Me:                  Butterfinger is awesome.  Why don’t you eat Butterfinger?


Kevin:             it’s too damn sweet


Me:                  now it all makes sense.  You’re right.  It was Baby Ruth.  Hmmmm … well that’s an easy mistake.  Everyone makes that mistake


Kevin:             no Lynn, not everyone makes that mistake


Me:                  well here’s what happened


Keely:             this ought to be good


Me:                  back when we were kids on Halloween, you’d get all these fun size candies and you’d toss out all the Brachs and Smarties and what you’d keep is all the Baby Ruth’s and Butterfingers along with Snickers and Milky Way’s


Kevin:             and Three Musketeers


Me:                  no I never really liked them much … but anyways, Baby Ruth and Butterfingers were like “best fiends” and they both start with b so that’s a pretty easy mistake anyone could make


Kevin:             let me get this straight “Baby Ruth and Butterfinger” are best friends so that’s why you got Butterfinger instead of Baby Ruth and completely ruined my ice cream


Me:                  exactly


And then Keely and Kevin exchanged that look.  You know, the headshaking, long on patience, long suffering member of my family look.


But don’t you agree?  Anyone could make that mistake.


Kevin:             (sadly to Keely) it’s like that chocolate milkshake all over again


But THAT is a story for another day.

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  1. By Word of Mouth Musings
    October 19, 2012

    You are clearly not appreciated there … ;)
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    • Lynn
      October 19, 2012

      Right??? What do these people want from me?

  2. Julie
    October 19, 2012

    I’m not a big sweet eater but right now I would give my right arm for either a Baby Ruth or a Butterfinger. And the mention of your coffee ice cream is making my morning cup of nasty coffee from the cafeteria even nastier. Thanks.

    • Lynn
      October 19, 2012

      I love coffee ice cream…yummy

  3. Phillipa
    October 19, 2012

    I snorted…..out loud.

    • Lynn
      October 19, 2012


  4. Jester Queen
    October 19, 2012

    And naturally, now I’m laughing like crazy and I want to know about that milkshake.

    • Lynn
      October 19, 2012

      ahhhh…the milkshake

  5. Masala Chica
    October 19, 2012

    It’s a simple case of “you say potato, I say potahto” really. You are the victim here, not Kevin ;-).
    I would have eaten it for sure. You could have done way worse – like got him ice cream with gummy bears on it. I really don’t know who eats ice cream with gummy bears on it – yet coldstone offers it.

    What has the world come to?
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    • Lynn
      October 19, 2012

      hahaha…he threatened yesterday to get me gummy bears as toppings…he’s lucky i got him anything

  6. Robin
    October 19, 2012

    LOL! Very funny! There is of course, nothing better than a Baby Ruth. You know, how when you bite into it the chocolate sort of falls off the nuts and you have to try to catch it. Love me some Baby Ruth!

    • Lynn
      October 19, 2012

      Kevin too apparently although NOT Butterfinger

  7. FFW
    October 20, 2012

    You were being brand-loyal, and there’s nothing wrong with that ;)

    • Lynn
      October 22, 2012

      exactly!! I’m so misunderstood around here

  8. Theresa
    October 21, 2012

    My word…if that does not sound exactly like a conversation that would happen at my house! Only it would be me reminding my husband that after 21 years of marriage he should know I hate pickles on my burgers, or something.

    Love your blog. Love the laugh – thank you. I will be back!
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    • Lynn
      October 22, 2012

      yeah…these men. they don’t get it do they?

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