Remember that time when I forgot how old I was? A quick recap to any new readers: I was taking a WiiFit body test and it calculated my WiiFit Age and it was all, “You have a WiiFit age of 28, that’s just 2 years older than your actual age! Blah blah blah…” and I was like, “Huh, I must have entered my birthday into this wrong, because it should be 3 years…” Except I was wrong. Because I was 26 (I’m 27 now which is for some reason way easier to remember).

Well I was thinking about blogiversaries lately and thinking, “Man it feels like forever since my blogiversary, I can’t wait to do my next blogiversary post.” I started my blog in March so I figured my memory was just bad and I must have just celebrated three months ago but I went back through my archives and I am ashamed to admit that I missed my own blogiversary. I never sent myself a card or made my blog a cake or anything. I’m that forgetful, ungrateful blogspouse who forgot the anniversary and now looks like a jerk. Sorry about that.

So I feel like I owe my blog something major to make up for my wrong-doing but I’m lazy and don’t really feel like doing anything unless it involves eating cake. Do you think my husband would buy me a cake because I forgot my blog’s birthday? It only seems fair to me.