When my wife decides to do something for somebody, especially bake, she goes all out. We returned from the gym about 8:30.
"Barry, you need to pick up a few things for me at Kroger for that cake I'm making for so and so's birthday tomorrow."
She gave me a list:
A Partridge in a pear tree (kidding)
It took me awhile to find all this stuff and didn't get back until 9:30. She'll won't be finished with the thing until 11:00, guarantee. There's a reason they call her Martha at her workplace.