The look on his mom’s face when she hears you’re her sister. TSM.
The look on his mom’s face when she hears you’re her sister. TSM.
Refusing to admit you like a girl’s outfit, simply because you don’t like her. TSM.
There is glitter on my clicker. TSM.
Being called princess as an insult, and taking it as a compliment. TSM.
It’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every way. TSM.
Starting to pack for spring break two weeks in advance. TSM.
Sometimes you have to Facebook stalk your exes to remind yourself that things could always be worse. TSM.
“One can never have too many clothes, shoes or boyfriends.” TSM.
Having more tubes of lipstick than pens in your school bag. TSM.
Your graduated grandbig and great grandbig dominating the group text about who the new addition to the family should be. TSM.
Forcing your big to stay off TSM because a picture of the paddle you haven’t given her yet was just posted. TSM.
If you liked it, then you should have put a monogram on it. TSM.
When you’re literally a Disney Princess. TSM.
“Should I make this my profile picture?” TSM.
Having a momentary feeling of despair after the initial excitement of the new babies, when you realize that you’re kind of old news now. TSM.
Wearing an apron to the “When I Grow Up” mixer. TSM.
Your sorority having its own shot at the local bar. TSM.
What happens in Vegas, gets you called in to standards. TSM.
Knowing your priorities are in order when “term paper” is after “craft” and “lunch date with the little.” TSM.
Having a group text with your big, grandbig, and great-grandbig. TSM.