Tailgating with boxed wine. TSM.
Tailgating with boxed wine. TSM.
Having his letters on my neck, and him wrapped around my finger. TSM.
Looking at your bar stamps in the morning to see where you went last night. TSM.
Having the police show up at your door because of a noise complaint while practicing recruitment songs. Oops. TSM.
Starbucks by the ounce. Addy by the milligram. Rhinestones by the pound. TSM.
A heated debate broke out in the chapter room today…about Disney princesses. TSM.
“I mean, that sounds bad, but whatever.” TSM.
The look of complete shock on your boyfriend’s face when he sees how many boxes of clothes he gets to move into your room. TSM.
Choosing which apartment you want based on which has the bigger closet. TSM.
Mixed feelings of devastation and pride when your Little gets her Little. They grow up so fast! TSM.
Mom bribing me to stay longer by taking me shopping and to get mani/pedis. TSM.
I’d hit it. TFM. I’d bid it. TSM.
The back-to-school trip to the craft store. TSM.
Perfecting the “you’re a dumb bitch” stare down as I pass a shitty driver. TSM.
My math professor requires us to memorize the entire Greek alphabet. Starting off the semester ahead of everyone else. TSM.
My future little can’t follow my Pinterest until after reveal. TSM.
Michaels posting recruitment week projects. TSM.
Going so deep into a Facebook stalk you get lost. TSM.
Forgive me daddy, for I have shopped. TSM.
Singing yourself to sleep with door songs. TSM.