Yeah, this was too good to not go on the grid. I asked Chelsea what she wanted for a birthday cake and she was like “oh you know me I’m a basic b—ch when it comes to that stuff I’m happy with a box cake.” And as someone who typically makes cakes from scratch I was trying to figure out how to make that special. Then I had an epiphany. 1 box cake? Not super special. EVERY box cake? Getting warmer. So that’s what I did. I made all of her favorite box cakes plus a brownie layer on the bottom because yolo, I made the buttercream from scratch (something had to be homemade I can’t help it), then I just happened to have a ghost face cake topper because I impulse buy things for baking when I’m bored, the balloons made sense because our theme kind of accidentally became “children’s birthday party”, and then in the same vein the light pink was a cheeky and nostalgic nod to girlhood. It turned out better than I could’ve guessed and it’s now my favorite cake in the history of the world. But be advised if you want to make it, it’s like 20 lbs and super tall. I had to rig my cake carrier with makeshift stilts made out of napkin rings and gorilla tape. Chel you know you are anything but basic. It was an honor to create the cake you deserve.💗💗💗 The build starting from the bottom- Doubly fudge brownie, vanilla buttercream, yellowcake, vanilla buttercream, strawberry cake, vanilla buttercream, chocolate cake, vanilla buttercream, Joyfetti cake, vanilla buttercream. Thanks @realduncanhines
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
Happy birthday to easily the coolest, funniest, smartest, most talented, and giant hearted person I know. My sweet Chel, I thank God every day that we both decided to take zero period PE for some insane reason. Not only did we invent croquet baseball, but we found each other. I love you beyond words and I’m so grateful you’re in my life (even if it’s now on the other side of the country which let’s face it, is really lame). I can’t wait to celebrate you tonight. Fun fact about the last slide if anyone cares- Chelsea printed out like a million of these and would tape them all over our high school just to piss off the faculty. I’m not sure if she ever got caught. But I hope in some crevice of a locker door at Arcata High School, there’s a little piece of Mandy still lurking.
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real… At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable. I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life. To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here. She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of. “Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.”
