Day 39: Leg City

After much thought and consideration (and a discussion with Lauren about Vanessa Hudgen's lack of talent for wearing pants), I've decided on the following: I do believe I should make a run for the Mayor of Leg City. I mean, I already have a love for politics, and I do love me some fashion, and I also happen to be five feet and ten inches of mostly legs.

Given all of our love for The Fug Girls, I felt it only appropriate to announce it here.

Really, all I have to do is knock out Whitney Port and Vanessa Hudgens. (And when I say "knock out," I mean in the competition, not in a boxing ring.) Southern living has reindulged my love for shorts and mini-dresses with appropriately cute shoes. I might as well make a solid living out of it right.

If elected, this is my promise to you: I will recognize situations and outfits which necessitate pants. I promise to keep it classy.

Now, to get my gratitude on. I am currently grateful for:

• The Fug Girls. So funny. Usually right.
• high heels. They're a necessity for showing some leg. Plus, they're just cute.
• going all in and upping my text plan to unlimited in and out of network texts. (This has nothing to do with my campaign. It just makes me happy.)
• the blooper real on the Chuck DVD. I laughed so hard that I cried. (Kelli, you have to watch it. It's brilliant and totally endearing.)
• snickerdoodle cookies. I'll give you all one guess what I had for breakfast...