Rachel! Did the illustration crew finally pressure you into getting a deviantart?

I'm Katie, you jerk!

Oh yeah, I performed a momentous undertaking today. See, for a week after my party your cake-in-a-jar was a happy source of casual snacking, but being the only cake-eater in the family, I had a little trouble managing your cake and my birthday cake (which I totally forgot to serve before half the people left, whoops). So after a week I'd worked my way down to the last third, except one week is kind of the point where there's nothing visibly wrong with a particular food item but your caveman survival sense is kinda telling you that maybe you don't want to eat that anymore. So I did the responsible thing and... left it on my kitchen counter... for several weeks. Fast forward to today, when my mounting concern over the quietly festering jar on the counter reached a critical mass and I decided I had to do something about it. The entire top surface of the cake remains was covered in a thick, luscious layer of mold, and the cake had been partially liquefied by the doubtlessly anaerobic bacteria lurking in the jar. I wetted down the top layer of cake so as to not die a horrible moldy death and set about prying it out of the jar and into a bin. It made gentle schlucking sounds as I gingerly coaxed it into the rubbish bin, where it landed a dark, heavy, gelatinous mass. I tied up the garbage and took it out, and then I came back to the kitchen and sprinkled the corner with holy water.

And now I have to wash the jar.