Aaron called me mid-morning from work. "Honey, C and H* are in town for the weekend. Do you think we can have them over for dinner Saturday night?"
(C and H are, respectively, the President and CEO of Aaron's company. They are French. They are members of the intelligentsia, foodies, wine connoisseurs, and distinguished older gentlemen. They would not be the least entertained by turkey burgers on the grill served with Two Buck Chuck.)
My response, without giving it a moment's thought: "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
Seriously - if we hired full time help for two months, our home and meal would still not be ready for C and H.