I just spent 10 minutes crying over a dried-out container of frosting, and not the metaphorical crying, I was actually crying, tears rolling down my face while I tried to stab it with a spoon. I even put water in it and hoped to heat it, and it would melt. But no, it was just hot water that did nothing but get murky from the frosting. I think my dad took pity on me when I started sniffling while pathetically stabbing the hard frosting with a spoon. He's going to the Dollar General to get me some. The frosting expired in 2016…