So Mac and I are sitting there and he asks me if I smell something.
Sniff. Sure enough. What is that?
We both get up. Sniff.
It smells like...something is on fire!! Again!!!
We are walking and sniffing and walking and sniffing. Where is it? What is on fire? What's burning now? or as Mac says, "Why does our house keep catching on fire?"
Dean comes home and we ask him, "Do you smell that?" "Yeah."
"We think something is on fire, help us find it!"
"I think it's a candle." says the Mr.
There are no candles lit! What is he talking about?
He goes in the basement. Doesn't appear to be electrical since the circuit breaker hasn't flipped.
That's good news.
I figure it's strongest somewhere near the dishwasher. My beloved dishwasher! That HE installed.
I opened it although it was not done drying. Sniff. Hmm. Can't be sure. Maybe some plastic bowl hasn't survived the heat?
The smell dissipates quickly.
I unload the dishwasher and once the bottom rack is empty, here's yer sign.
Some genius has put a bright green plastic drinking straw into the dishwasher, in the utensil rack no less. It has slipped down to the bottom and melted on to the heating element.
Someone who had a root beer float last night. Who actually loaded a plastic disposable drinking straw into the dishwasher.
Someone named THE MR.
I pulled out the melted straw and here's what I get back in reply:
"The dishwasher has a heating element? Where?" "Right there in the bottom!"
"Who put that straw in there? (Insert pregnant pause) Probably me I think."
God as my witness, I will not call the fire department again!
Psalm 39:3 My heart grew hot within me, and as I meditated, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue...