I can smell something in the dishwasher melting. You know the smell of melting plastic, that awful smell? I’m a little worried about this. I feel like there isn’t anything in there that is melt-able. But, you never know.
There may be something that was supposed to be on the top rack that I mistakenly put on the bottom rack. Stupid me.
Nevertheless…I can smell it. And the anticipation of finding out what exactly is melting is tormenting me enough to write a blog about it. See what my life has come to. Commentary on melted plastic. What a loser I have become.
I don’t write about the royal wedding or how much I am ready to go George Carlin on some people…no, all I can come up with is the smell of melted plastic gooping up my dishwasher.