Your mom buying things for your future little. TSM.
Your mom buying things for your future little. TSM.
“OMG I LOOOOVE him” meaning we drunkenly run into each other and have incoherent 5-minute conversations. TSM.
“Omg, why do we share a brain?” TSM.
Being one of the top repinned people by your sorority on Pinterest. TSM.
“Never let me go brunette again.” TSM.
The post-picture taking “yayyy!” TSM.
I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, but as long as you keep wearing your letters with wet hair, I’m calling you to standards. TSM.
Matching Lilly iPhone case and croakies. TSM.
Only getting excited about graduation because I get to craft my cap. TSM.
Missy Franklin winning the title “Sweetheart of the Olympics.” TSM.
The countdown until move-in day. TSM.
I’m not a daddy or momma’s girl. I’m a whoever-says-yes-with-the-best-offer girl. TSM.
“Can you just do it for me?” TSM.
Never having enough room to put all of your clothes away after a shopping spree. TSM.
Pardon the glitter, I’ve been crafting. TSM.
“That’s such a big car for such a little girl.” TSM.
Putting your very favorite Lilly sticker on Bid Day. TSM.
“Whatever, it’s fine.” Translation: if you want to see me later you should probably stop talking. TSM.
Giving your boss your availability based on recruitment events and home football games. TSM.
Olympic shooter Amanda Furrer’s motto: “God, guns, and glitter.” TSM.