So, things were getting a little springish around here. The snow was mostly gone, we've had days in the high 40s and nights just below freezing helping dry the ground out so the mud hasn't been too bad. Decided that yesterday was the day to get my farm truck and the wife's Audi TT out of winter storage, it was sunny and warm, a little breezy. Got the new wheels and tires on the truck, drove it around all day, ran errands, picked up feed, did a couple of burnouts, satisfied my 4 1/2 month long blower whine jones. Mrs. WC145 drove the Audi to work, did her errands, it put a smile on her face, and all was right with the world. They predicted a dusting of snow overnight, no big deal, and I was looking forward to taking the truck out for a nice Saturday ride, maybe go to breakfast, scare some old ladies in the parking lot. Just have a fun morning before working on chores. And then night fell and that b!tch Mother Nature hooked up with that codger Old Man Winter and f**cked it all up. As much as I love living in Maine, and usually don't even mind the weather, it's times like this I hate it.