It’s not about him. I just like to play with his puppy. TSM.

Being a political science major so that when I’m the President’s wife, I can do more than just stand there and look good. TSM.

Removing the light blub in the house fridge to help prevent a horrible tragedy…midnight snacks. TSM.

If only Starbucks delivered, I’d have so much more time for other things. TSM.

Chapter dinner would have higher attendance if wine was served. TSM.

Just because winter is around the corner it doesn’t mean I will stop getting pedicures. TSM.

Yes, I’m single. You’re going to have to be amazing to change that. TSM.

You’re still ugly, you’re still local, and you’re still geeds. TSM.

My Big is like my mom…except I can tell my Big what I really did last weekend. TSM.

The only thing I regret in the morning, is how much hairspray I used. TSM.

I’ll break up with him once the pledges are initiated. TSM.

Skipping class on the day of formal in order to get my hair and nails done. TSM.

Getting confused on Facebook because all your sisters have the same default before a philanthropy event. TSM.

Do you ever wake up wondering if you joined the right sorority? We don’t. TSM.

Are there any pictures of me in this dress? No? Perfect. TSM.

Taking your Little home to meet the family. TSM.

Throwing a cardigan on over a going out outfit and calling it chapter attire. TSM.

Your liver may recover, but your reputation won’t. TSM.

Dues, booze, and shoes. Thanks, Daddy! TSM.

Sending my TSMs to my Big for approval before posting. TSM.