Over the last month we had gone from lunch dates every couple of weeks, to Saturday afternoon movie matinees, and finally to seeing each other or speaking on the phone at least once a day. Today we had made plans to do a little last minute Christmas shopping. Maribel had come up with the idea while we were complaining, uh, I mean chatting about the awful gifts we'd received over the years from our respective spouses. "We should buy our own presents, then we would get something nice and not insulting like a Dryer or toaster oven." she had said. It was then that we decided to go shopping for ourselves while taking advantage of the holiday sales going on. If we were feeling generous, we might actually pick up some gifts for others as well. But at the core, this day was about us. We were going to pamper ourselves for a change; commit to being girly, shopping-till-we-dropped Divas for the day. We stepped out of our respective houses at the same time, like mirror images locking the front doors, prancing down the steps and meeting at my car.
