I arrived home from work the other day to find that my wife had used her day off to take my pickup, drive to our dealer, and pick up our remaining 2 tons of pellets (one ton at a time, of course). She unloaded them herself into the garage. I can already hear the sighs from some of you husbands out there, believe me. "I'm taking you out to dinner tonight!" was my pleased reaction when I came home. She also got a nice back rub for her sore back. I went into the garage tonight to check the battery and assorted fluids on my snowmobile. Winter's on it's way here in Maine, you know, and I do a lot of snowmobiling. A lot. To my horror, it finally dawned on me that the pellets were proudly and neatly stacked directly in front of the garage door. The only means of removing the aforementioned snowmobile is through the garage door, of course. The pellets are also stacked on pallets, so it's not quite as simple as removing a few bags to make a convenient hole to drive through. Alas. I'm sure you can hear my sighs by now. My back hurts.