Not knowing whether to be happy or sad that my favorite, size-two Lilly dress from last spring is now way too big on me because of my adderall diet. TSM.
Not knowing whether to be happy or sad that my favorite, size-two Lilly dress from last spring is now way too big on me because of my adderall diet. TSM.
Not knowing what to do when your phone goes off but you’re getting you’re nails done. TSM.
You should always be the bigger person. Figuratively. TSM.
Feeling obligated to like every status about formal. TSM.
“We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly young.” TSM.
Seriously feeling for Elle Woods when she blew off her senior year Greek Week to study for the LSAT. TSM.
My bridal party was finalized at Big/Little reveal, so my husband isn’t allowed to have sisters. TSM.
Threatening my little with the word “twin” when she doesn’t do what I want. TSM.
It will probably get us sent to standards, so…challenge accepted. TSM.
When asked the mythology question “What did the Greeks call non-Greeks” and the only answer you can come up with is “GDIs.” TSM.
She has potential. Just wait until we are done with her. TSM.
Since I got this huge SUV for my birthday, I obviously need to have much bigger shopping sprees to fill the car. TSM.
As much as I dislike you, I just remember what you look like. Then I feel better. TSM.
The only thing worse worse than being Scary Spice was being Sporty Spice. TSM.
Confidence, wear it like makeup. TSM.
Facebook timeline: making stalking him all the way back to his prom pictures easier than ever. TSM.
Teasing my hair is my daily arm work out. TSM.
The Pinterest App is the best thing to happen to me since…well, the TSM App. TSM.
I have two bookmark folders on my computer: “Ask Daddy” and “Buy Anyway.” TSM.
That suffocating feeling when you wear a t-shirt that actually touches your body. TSM.