Waiting until after your candle pass to post your engagement on Facebook. TSM.
Waiting until after your candle pass to post your engagement on Facebook. TSM.
It costs a lot to maintain big hair, tan skin, full lashes, and white teeth. So no, I don’t feel bad making boys pick up the check on a date. TSM.
“Wait, he’s social chair? Maybe I should text him back.” TSM.
My wine consumption has gotten to the point where I just call it “Jesus water.” TSM.
Spending as much time getting ready for the gym as I do for a date. TSM.
Taylor Swift, yes, I already live in a big city, and yes, I am always going to be mean. TSM.
Always dress like you are going to see your worst enemy. TSM.
It’s no use crying over spilled modge podge. TSM.
Bows before bros. TSM.
Sacrificing your hair to save the Lilly bag from the rain. TSM.
I mean, yeah he’s cute…for her. TSM.
I didn’t realize Ben’s type was hoe. TSM.
Oh, I have a bow for that. TSM.
Judging potential littles on their beer olympics performance. Our family has a reputation to maintain. TSM.
“Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady?” TSM.
You call it shacking, I call it naturally teasing my hair. TSM.
Staring into your closet for 30 minutes trying to decide what to wear. TSM.
For a second I was scared that I might get sent to standards, but then I remembered how drunk our standards chair got last night. TSM.
Insta-texting all your sisters when you find out your sorority made it to round two for a new Lilly print. TSM.
If you think I’m judgy when I’m sober, just wait until I’ve had a few. TSM.