Starting a March Madness bracket for each of the sisters, then having my fratdaddy fill mine in for me. TSM.
Starting a March Madness bracket for each of the sisters, then having my fratdaddy fill mine in for me. TSM.
My entire major knows me as “the girl who bakes a lot.” TSM.
My Big and I have SO MUCH catching up to do after our departure from one another six hours ago. TSM.
Happy Hour is the happiest hour. TSM.
It’s not what a person looks like on the outside that matters…Oh wait, yes it is. TSM.
Once you go Mac, you never go back. TSM.
Using the number of shots you’ve taken to measure time. TSM.
“Where do you want to drink for lunch?” TSM.
Woke up to multiple “I’ll totally back you up at standards” texts. TSM.
Using a beer bottle cap as a thimble to hem my skirt. TSM.
I met my future husband today. I don’t remember his name or his face, but I really liked his truck. TSM.
Drunk texts from my Little about additions to the lineage. TSM.
Being known as the house party animal and still making Dean’s List. TSM.
Come on down to sorority city, where everything’s classy and the girls are pretty. TSM.
My friends requested I make them a flow chart for them to reference when I talk about guys. TSM.
“But it’s my birthday…” TSM.
I wasn’t planning on going out tonight, but my hair looks really good so… TSM.
The transition from legging season to Norts season. TSM.
The brief moment of depression when the lights turn off in the tanning bed. TSM.
Planning date nights around his fraternity’s hazing schedule. TSM.