When your little puts you down as her emergency contact instead of her real mom. TSM.
When your little puts you down as her emergency contact instead of her real mom. TSM.
“He’s wrapped around her finger. She’s the center of his whole world. And his heart belongs to that sweet, little, beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American girl.” TSM.
Kate, just more proof that keeping it classy always wins. TSM.
Preferring pre-law boys to pre-med boys, because it’s less schooling and more First Lady potential. TSM.
Having closets full of clothes and still having “nothing to wear” syndrome. TSM.
If Daddy ever heard you call me a “slampiece” he’d be after you with The Second Amendment. TSM.
That feeling of satisfaction when another one of his brothers adds you on Facebook. TSM.
You know what I got for Valentine’s Day? Drunk. TSM.
I have the class of Laura Bush, the appeal of Sarah palin, the style of Rachel Zoe and the talent of Paula Deen. TSM.
Frat queen, not trap queen. TSM.
I have one piercing in each ear and no tattoos. Don’t plan on changing this. Ever. TSM.
“I saw this fat as shit squirrel…I think it’s in __.” TSM.
He’s the slampiece. TSM.
Not having to act dumb to look cute. TSM.
Ending a conversation on Facebook politely by “liking” their last comment. TSM.
“This is my sister, ____! We were just talking about ____!” TSM.
Laughing when GDIs take a “sorority pose” picture to make fun. Imitation is the highest form of flattery. TSM.
“Save it and send it to me.” TSM.
It’s never too early for Christmas music. TSM.
Using sorority songs as lullabies to sing your little legacy to sleep. TSM.