Buying matching letters for you, your best friend, and both of your future littles. TSM.
Buying matching letters for you, your best friend, and both of your future littles. TSM.
Not needing a piece of jewelry for people to see that you have class. TSM.
Not understanding the sports terms used in TFMs. TSM.
Spending the entire day before Rho Gamma disassociation with your Little. TSM.
I’ll just smell it. It’s almost the same as eating it, but without the calories. TSM.
The Hobby Lobby iPhone app. TSM.
I love cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food. TSM.
“It’s my dad’s birthday today, should I use my mom’s card?” TSM.
Asking your best friend’s fratdaddy for advice about your fratdaddy. TSM.
America, you win again. TSM.
Being the sweetheart of two rivaling fraternities. TSM.
The guest room functioning as my second closet during the summer. TSM.
Loving to take pictures with guys because you always get your first pick of left or right side. TSM.
Loving how he acts like such an alpha male in front of the brothers, but is such a sweetheart with you. TSM.
“And all the other boys try to chase me.” TSM.
Teaching your 12 year old sister your sorority chants. TSM.
Ann Romney having a Pinterest account. TSM.
Nursing your hangover with a poolside gossip session. TSM.
The higher your BAC, the lower your sorority squat. TSM.
Sewing the button back onto my boyfriend’s shorts. TSM. Because he was taking way too long to take them off himself last night. TSTC.