I am a pretty independent chick.  Asking for help is not a strong point.  My apartment in Houston was on the third floor.  No elevator.  When I went shopping, I was very conscientious.  I had no intention of making two trips up three flights of stairs.  I would be a bag lady.  Weighted down but determined to make it to the top.  I had made a quick trip to Target after work.  My apartment was missing something.  My spidey senses began to tingle when I walked by a bookcase.  I had to have it.  But that was not the only item that I picked up during that particular quick trip. …