Creeping so far back on your family line they don’t exsist on Facebook. Oops. TSM.
Creeping so far back on your family line they don’t exsist on Facebook. Oops. TSM.
Dressed to undress. TSM.
The declarative “last night was fun” after piecing the night back together. TSM.
Bringing four pairs of shoes for a one night trip. TSM.
The pre-sober-shack primp. TSM.
Organizing your Pin boards is almost as important as organizing your closet. Almost. TSM.
Strategic shacking. TSM.
Too pretty not to go somewhere today. TSM.
I’m 5’2″ when I get out of the shower, I’m closer to 5’4″ after I blow dry and tease my hair. TSM.
Being 10 minutes late to class because you had to make stops to talk to your sisters. TSM.
Ordering your letters with an American flag pattern just in time for the 4th of July. TSM.
Loving my addy, natty, and daddy. TSM.
Using your eyelash curler to open a beer when you don’t have a bottle opener. TSM.
My parents call my big “Big.” TSM.
“Yeah, you’re right I would probably hate me too.” TSM.
I believe in love and fabulous shoes. TSM.
Cringing when GDIs yell, “Sorority squat,” while posing in pictures. TSM.
Even my iPhone home screen is monogrammed. TSM.
Daddy didn’t have a son to fulfill his legacy…but being sweetheart of his fraternity and dating his chapter’s president is close, right? TSM.
Getting emotionally invested in HGTV shows. TSM.