Siri referring to you as “Your Highness.” TSM.

Moving into the house and finding that all of your drawers are full of glitter. TSM.

Dad canceling your emergency card due to the “outrageous” charge. Mom turning right around and giving you her card becuase she knows that a shopping spree is always an emergency. TSM.

Smiling seductively at your professor every time he makes eye contact with you during lecture. TSM.

Saying one thing and meaning the exact opposite. TSM.

Talk to the hand. TSM.

Of course I know he’s not my boyfriend…yet. TSM.

Your boyfriend having the same name as your big’s boyfriend. TSM.

The three main food groups: Addy, alcohol, and Americanos. TSM.

Judging a man not by the content of his character, but the color of his credit card. TSM.

Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada. TSM.

The post-puke, pre-rally “No, I’m not that drunk, it just went down wrong.” TSM.

All I do is wine, wine, wine. TSM.

Struggle City: where bruises come from and bobby pins go. TSM.

Feeling like you have your life together once you finish organizing your craft box. TSM.

Always having a matching manicure and pedicure. TSM.

Taking a nannying job just so you can get paid to layout and practice your mom skills all summer. TSM.

Sending your frenemy a passive aggressive birthday present. TSM.

The feeling of elation after receiving the “I literally just met your future grand little!” text from your little. TSM.

“Oh, you can tell me anything! I don’t judge!” TSM.