Rain or shine, we Vine. TSM.

Kissing and understating. TSM.

Not hooking up with any of your high school boyfriends over the summer, unless they rushed. TSM.

Tory Burch making her logo in the shape of her sorority’s sign. TSM.

The only lines I worry about are my tan lines. TSM.

The daily progression from Starbucks, to diet coke, to wine. TSM.

Do I like sci fi? Is that a fraternity? TSM.

Keeping a constant countdown until the day you reunite with your sisters. TSM.

Struggling to find the cutest pictures of you and your little for her birthday pic stitch, because there are so many options. TSM.

Summer serving as a constant reminder that your sisters really are better than everyone else. TSM.

I’m just crazy about Tiffany’s. TSM.

The cop letting you go with a warning because his wife was in your sorority. TSM.

Celebrating the anniversary of your 21st birthday. TSM.

Consulting the football schedule before even considering a fall wedding. TSM.

Your room being known as “the naked room” in your sorority house. Clothes are overrated. TSM.

If my little has a single fault, it’s that I spoiled her. TSM.

I don’t need a whole lot of anything, I just want a little bit of everything. TSM.

Saving your ex’s number as “Freshman Mistake.” TSM.

Always being sure to wish your Big’s boyfriend a happy Father’s Day. TSM.

Your mom constantly reminding you “A little less wine, a little more food” at dinner. TSM.