Oh to be dreading my 30th birthday again!
I just had my second 30th birthday -- you know, that one that happens 30 years after the first one.
I have no idea how I celebrated my 30th -- If Chuck wasn't on some trip for his job, we probably went out to some place expensive like Taco Bell to celebrate. I was the mother of two at the time (see StarKat, above as #2). We were renting an apartment, had bills to pay and responsibilities that neither of us had really foreseen, but I don't remember being particularly worried about my advancing age.
Happy Almost-birthday. Enjoy it; it's not nearly as bad as it seems.
Nan
