Smell The Burn

Well, Tuesday is over.

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Did you make it?

Just barely?  Me too.

 Sigh. Another day another dolla’.

Holla’.

There was, however, one casualty.At the time of the incident, I was  done with work. Done with my workout. (45 minutes of cross training if you’re interested- 25 on elliptical and 20 on stairs to really feel the burn…) And so I was cleaning away in my kitchen. Almost content with my evening. Would have been whistling if I knew how.

I really don’t know how to whistle- I’m aware it’s weird.

Something started smelling hot. Did I leave the burner on from dinner?  Oh wait… didn’t use it.  Where is that coming from? 

Turn around, Amy.

Oh. There’s smoke coming from my dishwasher.  Hmmm.

Oh crap!  There’s smoke coming from my dishwasher!!!

Even after opening the door and letting the awful burning plastic smell be released into my entire apartment, it took a minute to spot the tiny little tupperware container that had lodged itself in the bottom of the dish washer. Under the extremely hot coil. Meeeeelting…

Sadness.  Goodbye mini Ikea tupperware container.  You were good to me. The perfect size for toting veggies and snacks to work. And oh the good times! We traveled together. We dined together. And now look at you…

I promise you will not die in vain.

Because I recycle. Duh.

Yes, that could be the most noteworthy part of yesterday for me. Sorry.

Just gotta remember the exciting extended weekend I’ve got coming up (hooray for President’s Day!).  Eye on the prize… eye on the prize.

Because yeah- yesterday was lackluster. Let’s hope today gets a wee bit more exciting, yes?  I mean… how can it not?  I’m rocking out tights at work.  If that doesn’t say sassy and exciting, I don’t know what does.

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