Barbie had the car, the man, and the house, but she never had sisters like mine. TSM.

Painting a cooler for a military ball. TSM.

Giving a hand-crafted Mother’s Day gift to your mother…and to your big. TSM.

Crying while writing letters to the seniors, even the ones you don’t like. TSM.

Rearranging your summer work schedule around monthly road trips to visit your sisters. TSM.

Looking identical to one of your founding sisters. TSM.

Painting a cooler for your boyfriend’s formal and sewing a t-shirt quilt for your big’s graduation all in the same week. TSM.

Your first phone US phone call after a semester abroad being to your hair stylist. TSM.

Being able to remember your plane seat home, because it’s the same as your bra size: 34 D. TSM.

Drinking for your little’s birthday to cope with the fact that she’s getting older. TSM.

Diet mixers getting you drunker, faster. TSM.

Deciding which t-shirts you will pass down and which you will use in your quilt as soon as the seniors graduate. TSM.

Assuming Greeks have the right of way on all sidewalks. TSM.

Staying on campus for the summer allowing you to bond with sisters you don’t normally hang out with during the school year. TSM.

The absolutely necessary “last blackout” with your sisters after finals before you have to leave them for the whole summer. TSM.

Having a line of guys waiting to hug you goodbye as you leave your favorite fraternity. TSM.

Coaching your little through her first hangover. TSM.

Exam preparation including your bar plans for the post-exam celebration. TSM.

Hook up, date down. TSM.

“He didn’t change his Netflix password, so I don’t miss him at all.” TSM.