Being way more excited about your Super Bowl Sunday recipes than you are about the game. TSM.
Being way more excited about your Super Bowl Sunday recipes than you are about the game. TSM.
“Stop being nice to her.” TSM.
The transition from “I’m not drunk enough for this shit” to “I’m wayyy too drunk for this shit!” TSM.
Former standards chair passing down her knowledge, strategy, and fake ID to the current standards chair. TSM.
Using a lip balm lid as a make-shift thimble. TSM.
Pearls are precious, but diamonds are delightful. TSM.
Signing your name on the class roster in pink. TSM.
People still have blackberrys? TSM.
We didn’t steal her from you, we saved her. TSM.
The countless “Reunited and it feels so good” Facebook statuses when you and your sisters return to school from winter break. TSM.
The “Ew guess who just texted me!” text. TSM.
“Did I see you last night?” TSM.
“Should we take another shot before we leave?” TSM.
Intentionally sitting next to the boys with the backpacks administered by the student athletic department. TSM.
The first thing you check on your syllabus is to see how much work you’ll have during Greek Week and right after Spring Break. TSM.
I was blessed to be my mother’s daughter, but I’m honored to be her sister too. TSM.
“Why are we the same person?” TSM.
When the only pro is “she showed up for recruitment…” TSM.
The thought of my senior preference night makes me want to cry. TSM.
Sometimes I delay my responses because I’m playing the waiting game…but mostly I’m waiting for text message approval from sisters. TSM.