It Never Ends

I went to my "day job" at the pharmacy today thinking I'd be off the hook from running for the guys.  Not so.  After work, I had a call from my husband asking if I'd go to Plentywood (75 miles from home, 40 from where I work) to get parts so off I went.  I arrived back home tonight about 12 hours after I left this morning.  They always like me to do the parts runs because I get it done faster. I guess I have a bit of a heavy foot on the accelerator--I think it's a genetic thing.