  More Diva for your Dollar Despite my fabulous pseudonym and glamorous locale, it may surprise you, dear reader, to learn that Im not actually all that much of a diva.
I mean, I do get to a salon more than some single moms, and I definitely take very good care of myself. But, in all, Im more of a regular girl a simple girl with simple needs. In fact, I havent really done much shopping in a very long time. Of course, with the new influx of child support dollars, Ive been able to get out a little more to get the things all three divas in my household require. Ive gone a little crazy  new towels, shoes for my diva-ettes, even a new set of pjs for the little one. I know, I know; out of control. And I have managed to acquire a little slice of heaven in the form of a Victorias Secret credit card. Man-oh-man could a diva get herself into trouble with this one! I made a little visit to my local VS store on Saturday.
At first, after not shopping for so long, I was a little ambivalent. The store was buzzing with young hotties and their bashful boyfriends, as well as a few almost middle-aged mothers, dragging their children along behind them. And there was me. Did you know that they have a lady in the dressing room to measure you???? Did you know that all the salespeople walk around with headsets, chatting back and forth to each other: Hi sweetie, can you get me a 34D, black?
Are you free to assist? What is with that? How urgent can it be? I almost felt guilty for NOT letting someone help me pick out just the right bra. Sheesh. But it was quite an experience, and a very nice one at that. And, I am now the proud diva owner of 2!, yes 2! New VS bras. I have cleavage  who knew. Now more diva than ever. Diva out. 
