LBD

In two weeks I head to Reno for a bachelorette party to celebrate future wedding bliss for Julie. For Saturday night festivities, dress code is little black dress (aka LBD) so Heather and I took an inspired shopping trip in search of the perfect little number. 

I picked up this sass:

You might notice that its a little short and tight which why I've swore of carbs and have been moving my legs like I invented the thighmaster. At least for the next 2 weeks.

So please accept my apology for anything I say or do in my carb-deprived state of existance but I've got some stuff to strut.