Progress?

I went to Target earlier this week and decided to buy an ottoman.  It was kind of a spur of the moment decision but I had been thinking about getting something to replace the deteriorating coffee table in my living room.  I really wanted something with storage in it and I saw one at Target that opened up.  Perfect for storing toys, DVDs, stuffed animals, etc.  You know, all the things that I swore would stay in the play room but somehow still manage to make their way into the living room.

The ottoman I wanted was on the top shelf of the store, way above my head.  So, I asked a man who worked there to take it down for me.  As he was taking it down, I asked him if it was heavy (knowing that I was most likely going to bring it in the house by myself).  He said, "Just leave it in your car until your husband gets home."  And my first thought was, "That could be awhile."  Really, that was my first thought.  Not, "Oh no, he mentioned a husband and I don't have one and now I'm going to lose it."  Not, "My husband is dead so I'll never get this ottoman (or anything else heavy) in the house by myself (ever again)."  Not even, "How dare he assume everyone has a husband?"  My first reaction was to almost, dare I say, crack a joke to myself.

Hmmmmm....is this progress?  Is this healing?  Or was it just a good day? 

P.S.  I DID get it in the house by myself.