So, in deference to the couple that will be housesitting for us the next week, we brought in a very highly-recommended cleaning crew. I left home about an hour into the process, at which point one guy (the owner, I think) was cleaning our oven, one lady was in the bathroom, and another lady was scrubbing the inside of my freezer. Mike kept me updated during the 3 hours they cleaned.
The sides of our trash can! It's all I can do to wipe down the counters. Some of you may remember the beets that I left to incubate in the oven for three weeks. Again: oops. So, in summation, housecleaners = a good idea.
On the other hand, signs that I might not be a grown up: my mom sent a box with chewable gummy vitamins to my desk at work. They are so yummy I am having trouble regulating my Vitamin D intake now. They're gummy bears, guys!
Also last night I went to a Michael Jackson-themed potluck, where everything had to be named after MJ songs. My favorite: a casserole called Chili Bean Hot Pie Lover.