Rockville

Can you say "hungover"? I have got to start working on my tolerance. I feel like such a wuss. I promised Toby we would go check out some shops in Rockville today so I dragged my hungover butt up to Rockville and shopped. Sadly, neither one of us really got anything, although we tried on some amazingly cute dresses. The problem- they were too short to even consider wearing. They would be fine as long as there is never a need to sit or do anything other than just stand and look cute. And no, these weren't those long shirts that should have tights or pants or something underneath; they were clearly dresses. I don't get it.