I remember my 30th fell on a Sunday. I had gone to church and even recall the cute outfit I was wearing. (I was much thinner then) I was carrying some balloons and my mother had baked a cake. I hadn't met my husband (now I'm divorced) had a half assed part-time job, no kids, had quit college at 20. Met the hubby a few months later, then kids, then divorce...seems like an eternity ago. I'm 57 now...