A lot has been going on lately. Graduations, birthdays (Steve’s), more graduate school on the way, and the summer’s crop of going aways — plenty of reasons to celebrate! It seemed a pity to prioritize one of these events over the other, so we went for the obvious solution:

A birthday party for my cat.

Yes, Minka celebrated her 16th birthday last night, and Steve and I were desperate to make it even more ridiculous than last year’s quinceañera (yes, also not a joke). When explaining the celebration to a cashier at the grocery store we were given a wide-eyed look of disbelief. When she realized we weren’t kidding, she had to excuse herself while recovering from a laughing fit.

In the name of such ridiculousness, I thought I would share a (sassy) photo posted on Facebook by Rick.

“PETA should be called…” commented one of Rick’s friends.

Yup. That is how I roll.

Oh, and by the way, it seems that racing down the street on your scooter with a dozen pink baloons is a sure-fire way to collect a bunch of smiles.