Winter at Wendy's and Walmart

I don't know what ailed me to go to Wisconsin in March/April - Oh, yeah... family.
When I landed in WI, I was greeted with snow and freezing rain. They wanted me out because I, apparently, was "bringing the snow" with me. Back east, everyone was telling me to come back because the day after I left, it snowed. So glad to be traveling again :P
There really is nothing to do in Wisconsin. Well, you can pick potatoes in the summer... but it wasn't summer. Let's see, I played bingo and won twice. I went to Walmart (ya-HOO!). Their Goodwills are the size of department stores. "Fine dining" is my equivalent of a roadside diner.
The few times I was anxious to go out, it was snowing outside and my uncle said "Take the truck!". I told him I'm not going anywhere because it's snowing and he just looked at me funny with, "Are you kidding? That's nothing! -- "But Uncle, there's like, three inches of snow out there. I don't wanna die." -- "Nah, you'll be fine. The ice is only about half an inch. -- SAY WHAT?! (I keep forgetting that heavy snow, half an inch of ice, 4-degree temperature and 25 mph wind-gusts are nothing for Wisconsin folk. They worry when there's freezing rain and sub-zero temperatures accompanied with 40 mph wind.
Last time I was here, I brought three books and didn't even finish one of them. Learning from my mistake, I brought only one book this time. Well, I finished that book before 24 hours were up, and I'm bookless for my trip. Grr! I need to by a new one. Soon.