Sheer panic when I forget to bring my BC to the fratdaddy’s house. TSM.

Spending way more time planning my outfit for this week’s mixer than I do on my homework. TSM.

If you don’t have at least 10 pillows on your bed, I seriously don’t understand how you sleep at night. TSM.

Never leaving home without an emergency sewing kit, and knowing how to use it. TSM.

The ring is picked out. Still working on the groom. TSM.

Smelling your water bottles to make sure they’re filled with actual water and not vodka. TSM.

Martha Stewart 24-Vial Glitter Multi-Pack. TSM.

My Little was spoiled before she even stepped foot in our house. TSM.

The group of people you associate with says a lot about your character. So we’ve got nothing to worry about. TSM.

Preferred client at the bank of Daddy. TSM.

No shame November. TSM.

Girls with unpainted nails cannot be trusted. TSM.

The longer I have to wait for my fratdaddy, the bigger my hair will get. TSM.

“You’re tacky and I hate you.” TSM.

Forgetting to eat because you’re too busy crafting. TSM.

Pretty goes with everything. TSM.

It’s a shame to let food go to waste, but it’s a bigger shame to let it go to waist. TSM.

That awkward moment when she says she didn’t get a bid. TSM.

Making him do the walk of shame. TSM.

Making sure to get a Big/Little pic at my debutante ball. TSM.