When formal date hunting slowly transitions into husband hunting as you get older. TSM.
When formal date hunting slowly transitions into husband hunting as you get older. TSM.
Feeling intimidated by no one, except your littleās actual big sister. TSM.
Feeling famous after Diet Coke retweets you. TSM.
Beer with your shower. TFM. Wine with your bubble bath. TSM.
Keeping your sunglasses on when you gossip so people don’t know you’re looking at them, but mostly because you’re hungover. TSM.
Loving your big and your little equally, but differently. TSM.
Getting “I accidentally slept with my ex last night…three times” drunk. TSM.
Holding your great-grandbig’s little legacy for the first time. TSM.
“It’s best to be as pretty as possible for destiny.” -Coco Chanel. TSM.
Being just as anxious about your biological sister’s bid day as you were about your own. TSM.
If my planner isn’t organized then neither am I. TSM.
All of the girls wanting to be a part of your sorority when you go back to visit your high school. TSM.
Choosing a little based on her ability to craft the perfect paddle. TSM.
Feeling like you’re the most confident and powerful person in the room because you’re wearing letters. TSM.
Passed out in pastels. TSM.
Deciding which sister will make the best fourth roommate next year. TSM.
Every chapter on campus making quota and total for recruitment. TSM.
Explaining how much your textbooks cost you in terms of how much wine you could have purchased. TSM.
Singing your sorority’s door song to your boyfriend. TSM.
Looking forward to the breakup weight loss. TSM.