Every lesson plan I create involves “step 3: apply glitter liberally.” TSM.
Every lesson plan I create involves “step 3: apply glitter liberally.” TSM.
The strategically timed “Hereee” text. TSM.
We can’t go to their philanthropy event, it’s during happy hour. TSM.
“But Daddy, I needed that!” TSM.
The collective sarcastic “yay” at chapter when our president announces a new chapter on campus. TSM.
The art of party hopping: last one to arrive, first one to leave. TSM.
Thursdays are the pregame to the weekend. TSM.
Having to borrow a pen on exam day because you only have your pink and purple glitter pens in your bag. TSM.
Calling yourself a “Gamma Delta Iota” does not make you any less of a GDI. TSM.
“Happy birthday” with only one exclamation point means I don’t like you. TSM.
Planning an entire outfit around a particular bow. TSM.
We can’t all be princesses. Someone has to clap when I walk by. TSM.
Thinking of a T-shirt design and then thinking of a fabulous event to go with it. TSM.
Texting Mean Girls quotes back and forth for over an hour and still haven’t run out of quotes. TSM.
“The purpose of University is to find a suitable husband.” -Ruth DeWitt Bukater. TSM.
Struggling to find a way to refer to my biological younger sister without offending my Little. TSM.
“The only man a girl can count on is her daddy.” TSM.
Surrounding yourself with fat girls doesn’t make you skinny, geed. TSM.
“Study party” with sisters so you can pretend to be productive when you need to have a gossip sesh. TSM.
Beers. TFM. De Beers. TSM.