Shhh...mommy doesn't like it when you cry

My blog is a toddler today.

Let me rephrase that: my blog is a toddler with a deadbeat mother who was too busy to notice that her spawn was celebrating a blogiversary today.

While her three-year-old blog was at home alone, unsupervised, in an Interweb full of pointy edges and German orthodontic fetishists, this blog's sole parent was out whooping it up, drinking a whole glass of red wine and painting the town Merlot with her craaaaaazy party friend Nat.

In fact, said drunken, neglectful mother did not even realize it was her toddler's blogiversary until she checked her Crackberry for shits and giggles and noticed a few new comments on her last post from blogiversary well-wishers.

Absolute strangers who are kind enough to stop by people's blogs on their blogiversaries. Strangers who would probably report Savia to the authorities of the blogiverse if they realized the extent to which she neglects her blog and its important milestones.

So, Saviabella Blog, mommy is really sorry she forgot your birthday.

Again.

But next year will be different, I promise.

Now drink this bottle of cough syrup and go to bed already.

Wait, let me take a sip of that first...

Cheers, Internets!
Here's to another year of debauchery and ninja fucking!