Oh Mom, we carry everything home: groceries, children, curtain rods, tables, dinner.
Years ago I carried a wreath home from work that was only marginally smaller in circumference than I was tall. I have carried a full set of china, an antique baby rocker and, on more than one occasion, a full complement of weekend cocktails. Every December we carry home a Christmas tree which used to be a joint effort, one of us at each end, until two years ago when I finally convinced Jack that we needed two trees. Successful lobbying means that now I carry my own tree but he's kind enough to give me the dining room yule, much smaller than the living room tree which seems to grow in height each year.
Last week the girls got new mattresses, so grateful they are still in twin beds.