A New Kind of Potpouri

I made 3 pans of apple crisp last night. Before, I went to bed, I said, "I wonder if the oven is on? It is strange that the house still smells like cooking apples?" I rolled over and went to sleep. I awoke at 3:45, and smelt cooking apples still, although the smell was less pleasant. This time, I got out of bed, and found out that I forgot to turn off the oven and take the last pan of apple crisp out of the oven. YUM!