The kid with the scar.

I'm kind of shocked and appalled at myself for forgetting Harry Potter's birthday.

Forget the fact that it was J.K. Rowling's birthday. I mean, I don't know her. Even though she's amazing.

But I'm practically married to Harry.

Almost.

And like, I FORGOT.

This would normally be the part where I begin to go on for a sickeningly long amount of time about how much I love Harry, But I'll spare you. We'll save it for a future blog, perhaps when Deathly Hallows comes to the big screen.

And by big screen I do not mean imax. That business gives me a headeache.

Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday, Harry. You made it.