My idea of “roughing it” is staying at a Holiday Inn. TSM.

A good family matriarch knows your little is your little before you do. TSM.

Having two separate drawers for t-shirts…one for my letters and one for his. TSM.

Hello vodka. Goodbye dignity. TSM.

My Target and Michael’s are connected by a Starbucks. TSM.

Every kick to the curb begins with Kay. TSM.

Pretty enough to leave the lights on. TSM.

Drunken pinky promises. TSM.

Mmmmm. I smell like a tanning bed. TSM.

Writing notes in different colored pens because it makes them look prettier. TSM.

Wearing pearls under your beads at Bourbon Street. TSM.

Planned my whole day around the Lilly Pulitzer sorority print reveal. TSM.

Betch. Not bitch. TSM.

Getting “I should have put a case on my phone” drunk. TSM.

Less about you, more about me. TSM.

Took 5 solid minutes deciding the perfect opening for a facebook chat…decided on “hey :]” TSM.

He has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend so they cancel each other out, right? TSM.

The mixture of guilt and pride when your Little gets called to Standards for the first time. TSM.

Boys don’t make passes at girls with fat asses. TSM.

Leap Day is a national drinking holiday. Well, it is now, anyway. TSM.