Football Season. TFM. Recruitment Season. TSM.
Football Season. TFM. Recruitment Season. TSM.
Trading in his lavaliere for an engagement ring. TSM.
Met a sister at the pool this afternoon. I am 20, she was 53, but there was no mistaking the throw-your-hands-in-the-air-squealing-and-hug-her excitement that overcame us both. TSM.
Picking out the color of your new car to match the color of your sorority. TSM.
Missy Franklin’s pink goggles. TSM.
My 15-year-old sister used the skinny arm pose in every picture from our family vacation this year. TSM.
Having a dad who showed he cared beyond just giving you his credit card…but still gave you his credit card. TSM.
Taylor Swift dating a Kennedy. TSM.
I’m not stereotyping…just judging. TSM.
“So does that mean I’m morally obligated to burn that PNM’s outfit?” TSM.
The constant struggle between my love of baking and my love of wearing a size 0. TSM.
I’m not shopping, I’m supporting the economy. TSM.
I liked Reese Witherspoon better at the beginning of Sweet Home Alabama. TSM.
Saying “whatever” in a fight because you know it will piss him off. TSM.
The amount of glitter in the US gymnasts’ uniforms. TSM.
I “hashtag” in my thoughts. TSM.
The bigger the pearl, the classier the girl. TSM.
Being the girl that country singers are writing about. TSM.
Accidentally typing “new members” every time the word “potential” is needed in your homework. TSM.
It was Big/Little destiny. TSM.