I tried to call her and sing her a silly song, but I couldn't reach her, so I'll say it here as well as on voicemail:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
shibbyskids!!!
I know none of you know Skids. Because she is a shameful lurker made of lurking and shame. But she is AWESOME.
She has been one of my best friends since I was sixteen years old. We met when we were both on the staff of our high school lit magazine. (This is the general center of The Gang, in case you were curious.) And she has the AWESOMEST TASTE IN FANDOMS. My presence in both Supernatural and bandom is all her doing.
She's funny, and sweet, and pretty. She listens to my ranting so very patiently, and lets me bounce story ideas off her. She is a fabulous childrens' librarian.
She doesn't live near me anymore, but I see her every couple of months and we talk on the phone every few weeks. And when she isn't here, I
miss her. I only wish I could persuade her to be a participating member of fandom, because I know you'd all love her.
So happy, happy birthday to the Padfoot of our five Marauders; may your year be full and wonderful.
ETA: Um. Cough. Apparently I should have posted this on Friday. PRETEND IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY NOW, OKAY, SKIDS?