Sorry, my room is kind of a craftastrophe right now. TSM.
Sorry, my room is kind of a craftastrophe right now. TSM.
Being told you carry yourself “like a Future First Lady.” TSM.
Rolling down the windows and turnin up the radio anytime a patriotic song comes on. TSM.
Fratdaddy driving 200 miles to bring me flowers at my internship. TSM.
Tan and happy are practically synonyms. TSM.
Your Little threatening her boyfriend with “I am going to call my Big and tell her what you did!” TSM.
TSM Intern not following anyone on twitter. TSM.
Don’t be mad at me for being picky. Be mad at yourself for not meeting my expectations. TSM.
Acting surprised whenever someone tells you that you’re intimidating. TSM.
You only live once, so live it in Lilly. TSM.
Nationals retweeting your tweet about your love for your Big. TSM.
I like Lilly, and I like pearls, but I love holding my soldier for the first time in 3 years. TSM.
That sad moment while cleaning out your closet post-grad and realizing your clothes from mixers in college are not socially acceptable to wear anymore. TSM.
Making your favorite fraternity white flag sandwiches to signify the end of a week-long prank war. TSM.
Work out, Lay out, Max out. TSM.
The real Nature vs. Nurture debate is when you, your big, and your little hold the same position three years in a row. TSM.
My wedding album on Pinterest is more organized than my life. TSM.
Proving your residency to the locksmith with all your monogrammed things when you lock yourself out. TSM.
Successful men make more money than their wives can spend. Successful women find such a man. TSM.
Irrationally obsessed with the mixed drink that is your sorority’s colors. TSM.