Making such an impression on a guy friend’s mother that she continues to suggest he take you out months after meeting. TSM.
Making such an impression on a guy friend’s mother that she continues to suggest he take you out months after meeting. TSM.
You may all go to hell, and I will go to Hobby Lobby. TSM.
I buy the materials to wrap presents. He buys the materials to wrap everything else. TSM.
Mod Podge is a girl’s best friend. TSM.
Your phone auto-correcting everyday words such as “and” and “like” to the names of fraternities. TSM.
They’re just jealous that we have more fun. TSM.
Automatically getting mad at someone on your sister’s behalf, no questions asked. TSM.
I should really change my relationship status to “in a relationship with Mod Podge and glitter.” TSM.
Your mom passing down her letters once you’re initiated. TSM.
Having a dog named Reagan. TSM.
Making daddy proud when you become a sweetheart of his fraternity. TSM.
Attempting to text your biological older sister and accidentally texting your big. TSM.
Getting “cry for an hour to new girls you’ve never spoken to about how lucky they are to have four years ahead of them” drunk. TSM.
I’m dreaming of a white gold Christmas. TSM.
The last final is always the hardest…to convince yourself to study for. TSM.
Bourbon on the Christmas list. TFM. Yurman on the Christmas list. TSM.
Judging new members you aren’t close with based on who their bigs are. TSM.
If we get married, my monogram will stay the same. I can’t decide if that’s good or bad. TSM.
Calling them “cuddle calls” instead of “booty calls” to make it feel classy. TSM.
“Love your Louboutins…but the bow goes on the right.” -Blair Waldorf. TSM.