Just a few minutes ago, a burning smell once again permeated our condo.
The process was similar to the Great Electrocuted Fish fiasco from a couple of weeks ago. Brad and I met in the hallway, saying "What the hell IS that smell?" Then we split up and began sniffing like bloodhounds, trying to figure out what was on fire THIS time.
I found it. In the kitchen. In the dishwasher, to be exact.
I found THESE piled on the bottom of the dishwasher. (Turn your head. I still don't know how to rotate pics on here.)
"What the f---?" he asked, looking at me? (Dishes are my job. Garbage is his.)
"I've been washing them," I explained. "To save money."
(What's even funnier is that I've only been washing a couple at a time, so these have been piling up for several months before they finally started melting.)
I peeked up at him. He looked incredulous.
"You'll spend $20 on a hairbrush but you re-use plastic silverware?! A-dollar-a-box plastic CUTLERY?"
I nodded and looked down at the floor. I tried to look cute.
It must have worked, because he started laughing until tears came to his eyes. "You're a freak," he said.
"Do you want to reuse these?" I called as he walked away.
I am SO Polish.