The random assortment of other high schools’ dance team, cheer squad, and field hockey sweatpants you’ve acquired from sleepovers with sisters. TSM.
The random assortment of other high schools’ dance team, cheer squad, and field hockey sweatpants you’ve acquired from sleepovers with sisters. TSM.
“Why, Grandbig, what big sunglasses you have!”
“The better to judge you with, my dear.” TSM.
Having more crafting supplies than school supplies. TSM.
Explaining to your father that the credit card bill would be high this month because you needed to “break the new card in.” TSM.
Nodding to Mom on the composite as you sneak him upstairs to your room. TSM.
Not understanding why Lulu categorizes “trust fund baby” as a bad quality. TSM.
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice!” TSM.
Being the best dressed at a business meeting, even when you’re only the intern. TSM.
Being more on edge when your biological sister goes through recruitment than you were when you went through it. TSM.
“If the girls aren’t scared when we open the door, then you’re not doing right.” TSM.
You can always smile bigger and sing louder. TSM.
Incorporating your letters and sisters into every page of your Disney Princess coloring book. TSM.
If you’re pre-med, I’m already pre-planning our wedding. TSM.
Getting your birthday presents five days early because that’s when your new planner starts. TSM.
Your cooler-decorating skills getting you an invitation to every formal. TSM.
Being physically unable to fold your laundry if your roommate isn’t sitting on your bed gossiping with you. TSM.
Espresso shots by day. Tequila shots by night. TSM.
Donating clothes to charity, then rewarding yourself with a shopping spree. TSM.
“Got my drunk text on. I’ll regret it in the morn.” TSM.
The only person who’s a better big than I am is my big. TSM.