The good thing? The very large, very disgusting pool of water explained the smell.
The bad thing? We had to figure out how to fix the darn dishwasher - and if you've learned anything about us so far - we are complete novices when it comes to "fixing" anything.
Anyway, we unloaded the dishwasher and took a look. Well, Mike took a look.
Do you know how hard it is to fit TWO heads in the dishwasher?
We learned the hard way that it's actually impossible.
Yes, I did try to stick my head in after Mike's was already in there.
When I did, Mike turned to me, about 2 inches from my face and gently told me that though he appreciated me taking a look, could I please "help" from a distance? So instead I started wandering around our 5 foot wide kitchen (not a lot of room to wander, especially when your dishwasher door is down taking up half the space), asking him questions and trying to peak in there without him noticing. Help from a distance? No such thing, Mike! Finally I gave up and decided I should go do something else. When I came back, do you know what I found? Mike fixing the dishwasher with a turkey baster and a meat thermometer.
Remind me to purchase new ones the next time you see me.
But, I suppose it was worth the sacrifice because it did work - at least to fix the flooding part. But by Sunday night we were both pretty exhausted and gave up on trying to figure out why it wouldn't turn on. I'm just crossing my fingers hoping that it doesn't take Mike using my Kitchen Aid and food processor to fix it. Those things are much more expensive to replace.