This is our third anniversary together and what do I get from you? Nothing. Zip, zilch, nada. I've given you three of the best years of my life and this is the thanks I get? The traditional gift for a third anniversary is leather, but did the UPS guy deliver me a nice pair of loafers? No. A new wallet? No. A nice belt? No!
It's fine. No. Really, it's fine. I'm sure you were busy. Too busy to think about your old buddy, The MediaBlogger. Go on. Go out and have fun with your friends. We'll still be here when you get home. Maybe. For now.