Well, THAT Was Harder Then I Thought It Would Be

The tiles that I ordered for my bathroom renovation project arrived at the store this week, and I went and picked them up this morning. All 12 boxes of them. All 12 25lbs boxes of them.

And even though I am strong, like Godzilla, hefting those suckers 100 meters from garage to front door and up a flight of stairs? Hard. Harder then I thought it was going to be (see: Godzilla-strong reason above). By the end, I was a sweaty beast. And gave up on the first floor of my place, even though they have another flight of stairs to go.

Does that make me a pansy?