The Roof is on Fire

At 6:30 this morning we woke up to Abby doing her Ozzy Osborn impression of laying in bed and hollering for one of us. To my surprise (and delight) it was for Tim so I was able to squeeze those last few minutes out of my night's sleep. I could hear the baby stirring, but I usually wait until she is fussing to go in. I heard Tima dn Abby talking, and I thought he was just trying to reason with her that 6:30 is too early and that we need sleep, but then I noticed that Tim was getting a wee bit agitated and that he started running around the house. I humored him by opening one eye to see what was up, and that was when I noticed it, the distinct smell of burning plastic.
Oh.My.God. What is on fire?
I help Tim scramble around the house unplugging every fire hazard we can think of (the Christmas tree, the space heaters, the computer crap) to no avail. The smell was worse and there was a haze of smoke filling the house.
With no obvious source of fire anywhere and every foul word used, I suggested we call the fire department, but Tim refused. He finally decided it was the furnace and called the Mafia at 7:15 am. (you know I am a Mafia princess, right? We can only use certain people for things. We have to use the Mafia landscaper, electrician, contractor, car guy etc. And they all get paid in cash and we never get a receipt of any kind) At about 9 the Mafia furnace guy finally calls and is on his way over. (Yes, when Tim hadn't heard from him when his dad called at 8 another phone call was made on our behalf and then next thing we knew he was 10 minutes away. Gotta love the Mafia) I had gone out to do some "doorbusting" (my new catchphrase for Christmas shopping at places that run ridiculous sales- I got Nora the Leap Frog table for $15.99- can you believe it!) and when I called to check in Tim informed me that we had blown the motor on the furnace. I don't really care about what the problem was, I just wanted to know how much it cost and when it would be fixed.
When I got home the smoke was gone, but the nasty plastic smell was still there (and still is). The upside is that we didn't need a new furnace, but the downside is that we had to shell out $400 that wasn't really in the budget.
I guess heat is more important than Christmas. Right?