Today was my birthday, but the festivities began a couple of days before. Saturday we met my parents for a brunch at Cracker Barrel, but I’m afraid I don’t have any photos to post. Still, that’s when it all began.The next day, Sunday, I met some friends for lunch at a swanky restaurant that did up a fancy dessert plate for me with “Happy Birthday to You” written around the edge of the plate with calligraphy swirls.After lunch we stopped by Starbucks. I ordered a green tea chai latte. At least I think that’s what it was. Sunday evening, my son insisted on bringing me dinner in bed. I was stuffed from my swanky lunch, but he insisted. So I requested apples with peanut butter. “Don’t you want dessert?” he asked.So I asked for a sliced pear and a bit of Nutella to dip the fruit in.Next morning, my son wanted to bring me breakfast in bed, too. So the Belgian Wonder baked some chocolate croissants we had tucked away in the freezer.They come in a box like this. He set them out on the baking sheet the night before to rise overnight. In the morning, he baked them according to box directions.He offered to snap pictures for his blogging wife, then placed one two on a tray.Our son carried the tray to me so I could lounge in bed several minutes.I requested more fruit, to counteract the croissants.They fixed my favorite beverage: PG Tips tea.After breakfast in bed, I came downstairs to the kitchen table decorated with streamers and balloons.Discovered birthday wishes via e-mail from a friend.I took my traditional birthday visit to Goodwill, but didn’t unearth a single treasure.We had a box of fondue stuck in the fridge. I requested it for birthday dinner.In case you’re curious, this is what the box looks like.No cake. We were going to make chocolate fondue, but everybody was stuffed. So someone grabbed an old brownie and stuck a candle in it. They all sang.After dinner, I went out with a friend who bought me a dessert, but I forgot to take a picture.And I came home to find more e-mail birthday wishes and some on Facebook, too!Thus ends the anticlimactic annual pictorial review of my birthday. Thank you for joining me for another post that looks very much like last year’s birthday post. Come to think of it, similar elements appear in the pictorial review of the year before.