... or as Dad put it, I'm not as smart as I thought ;)
Flour was on sale, so I went yesterday to pick up two for me, and one for Mom. They came two wrapped together, so the stock guy (who amazingly found some in the back after I asked for a rain-check upon being told by the store manager that they were out... sigh) simply put a bundle of two in my cart plus one single. I left the two in my cart through the checkout (paid for, of course!), and went to put everything in my trunk.
As I was trying to pick up the two-pack, from the bottom of the cart, and heave it into the trunk, I was regretting giving up my gym membership, since I was obviously much weaker than I thought - after all, lifting 20 pounds should be a relatively simple task, no?
Except when that 20 pounds is actually 20 KILOGRAMS. Yeah, lugging 44 pounds of flour is a bit more challenging than 20 pounds!
So, I'm not as weak as I feared, and the flour was an even better deal!
But what the @*#& am I going to do with 44 pounds of flour?????