I have tasted of the flesh of the people who live in that far, fair country, and it was berry, berry unpleasant.

For the first time in my life, I have spat out cake.

What happened in my mouth just now was not sweetness. It was the ur-sweetness, the sugar at the center of Mellona's hive, so sweet I could not swallow. It was also, somehow, plastic, like I was going through communion in Strawberry Shortcakeland.

I just tried to have a piece. Now, I have a very high tolerance for sweetness. I enjoy candy corn. I am regularly baffled by the judges on CHOPPED saying a dessert is overly sweet. Sweet is good.

But this cake, on the verge of too sweet, had three days to marinate in its own apocalyptic vibes.

Several days ago, she made a strawberry cake box mix. Fine. Tasty, even. She frosted it, thickly, with strawberry shelf icing. Less fine. Very sticky, on the verge of overly sweet.

The cake has been sitting, covered, for three days.

Dogs are social animals and love to cuddle. I vote you order stairs or a ramp for your dog.

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