"I'll stop the world and melt with you"

I'm sitting on my couch folding laundry like a good little girl and I smell something. Then I catch another whiff. It smelled like someone had just blown out a lot of birthday candles. My first thought was - I know I switched fabric softener, but it couldn't be that. (I smelled my clothes twice to be sure.) Then I thought - I had plugged in my toothbrush to charge. Maybe there was a short? But then I stood up and remembered I had the dishwasher on. I walk over to it, opened the door, and sure enough - one of the tiny lids to a tiny rubbermaid container had fallen to the bottom and was touching the heat thing that produced heat to dry the dishes. D'oh! I had put the lids in before but was always apprehensive about it. Turns out I had every right to be. I'm just glad I was awake before it turned really bad. This is why I never turn on my dishwasher and leave the house. "Just in case." And now it reeks downstairs. Instant headache. I turned the ceiling fan on. I opened my front door. I sprayed fabreez. It still smells like someone turned 109 and blew out the candles.