Terry Bradshaw. TFM. Carrie Bradshaw. TSM.
Terry Bradshaw. TFM. Carrie Bradshaw. TSM.
Doing your homework early in the morning so you can go out and drink with the rest of your pledge class the night before. TSM.
Having to promise your Big you’ll still love her when the new Little comes. TSM.
Getting “hook your sister up with a GDI” drunk. Kidding, I’d never get THAT drunk. TSM.
“Eww, he’s like, poor.” TSM.
Watching the Vice Presidential debate just to look at Paul Ryan. TSM.
Lipstick-stained solo cups. TSM.
Smiling while helping a rival sorority girl put on her fake pearls while you have a real set around your neck. TSM.
The house-wide scream when the Big/Little List finally comes out. TSM.
Voted “Most Likely to be First Lady.” TSM.
Scott Disick for President. TSM.
Texting your sister upon her breakup, “Red or White?” TSM.
SO excited for theme party season. TSM.
That feeling you get when you go home and visit your high school while wearing your letters. TSM.
My TSM app is stored under “lifestyle” on my iPhone. TSM.
Telling a professor you can’t make it to class because you’re observing your sorority’s founders day. TSM.
She’s my Big. She’s always right. TSM.
Good things come to those who wait, but better things come to those who rush. TSM.
Contemplating what’s worse: the break-up or not going to his date party. TSM.
Perfecting the iPhone/coffee one-hand hold. TSM.