All you need is Starbucks, a sister, and something that sparkles. TSM.
All you need is Starbucks, a sister, and something that sparkles. TSM.
Shoulders back, ass out, stomach in. TSM.
Nodding politely when you’re told the spending limit for big little week, then spending as much as you want anyway. TSM.
My alumna mother planting our sorority’s flowers outside my window when I was little. TSM.
Being nominated for Greek Woman of the Year. TSM.
Pregaming your standards meeting. TSTC.
Never have I ever had panty lines. TSM.
Ending your relationship with a guy before right before formal, then taking his president instead. TSM.
“If you’re taking that as a compliment, then I must have said it wrong.” TSM.
Recognizing the difference between a real designer bag from a knock-off as well as you know black from white. TSM.
Accidentally ordering a large at Starbucks. NS. Accidentally ordering a venti somewhere else. TSM.
When the most stressful thing on spring break is finding the perfect hat to match your dress for Carolina Cup. TSM.
Being lavaliered by your boyfriend of three years, and then being welcomed to the “family” by the alumni board president an hour later. TSM.
Even our sorority house is pink. TSM.
When my procrastination includes working out, sleeping, or crafting, I’m still technically being productive, just not at what I should be doing. TSM.
Telling your professor you don’t remember the five C’s of marketing, but reassuring him you positively know the four C’s to picking out diamonds. TSM.
Convincing Daddy that the word “addiction” is a very subjective term when one places the word “shopping” before it. TSM.
Feeling a bit disappointed when the new pope didn’t walk out on the balcony and cry like a pageant winner. TSM.
Being able to talk Lou Piniella with the boys and Louboutin with the girls. TSM.
This would taste really good with some vodka. TSM.