Calling my Big’s fratdaddy “dad.” TSM.

Don’t get mad, get drunk. TSM.

Just put brownies in the oven. I now have 30 minutes to run 5 miles before I have to be back to take them out. TSM.

Having conversations with your sisters using only your eyes. TSM.

She BETTER not have been wearing letters. TSM.

Overusing and misusing the word “literally.” TSM.

You call it “slamming,” I call it a good cardio workout. TSM.

Wearing your new heels around the house to break them in. TSM.

“I’m in love alright with my crazy beautiful life, with the parties, the disasters, with my friends all pretty and plastered.” TSM.

Having a mini-heart attack when you see your future little before Big-Little Reveal. TSM.

Having fraternity pledges on speed dial. Our trash isn’t going to take itself out. TSM.

Flats are for quitters. TSM.

I can’t stop drinking about him. TSM.

Crafting for a cause. TSM.

I’m too pretty for this. TSM.

Always typing in “Little” instead of her name in the search bar. TSM.

Kim dumping the loser’s ass during the NBA lockout. We don’t do “unemployed.” TSM.

I wear a bow because I am the best present you will never get to unwrap. TSM

Never have I ever, nor will I ever participate in no shave November. TSM.

Going to class only to avoid eating the day before semi. TSM.