Sep 17, 2009 23:44
I'm a bloody genius.
I just realized that it's the seventeenth of September. Hermione's birthday's on the nineteenth.
It's probably part of my job to think of these things and get everything properly set up, right? But of course I'd lose track of something like that because, like I just said, I'm just that brilliant.
So... I'm taking this moment to attempt to save my own arse. I figure we're going to need cake and something party-like to do. If nothing else, I'll just keep her from going to work, but cake, well. Cake's a given. Always.
I haven't even thought of a present, yet.
Bollocks.
Naturally, anybody who's friends with her can feel free to pitch in. I'm not going to complain one bit. Not that that might be a hint of my desperation or anything.
Oi. Ginny. Come shopping with me or something.