That awkward moment when you’re meeting a sister for lunch and you’re wearing the same function shirt. TSM.

A formal dress came in today that drunk me apparently bought online last weekend. It’s good to know that drunk me still has good taste. TSM.

Doing you hair before you go to get your hair done. TSM.

You know you love your little when your arms are sore the next day from carrying her basket. TSM.

Having a hall hair stylist, a hall nail artist, and a hall designer. TSM.

Casually leaving the Tiffany & Co. catalogue at your fratdaddy’s for Christmas ideas. TSM.

They think we friend request them to stalk them, but really it’s just so they can see what they’re missing. TSM.

Boys will never understand how shopping is stress relief. TSM.

Opening the trunk to see nothing but Vera Bradley overnight bags. TSM.

Innocent until proven standards. TSM.

Kim doesn’t need a GDI like Kris Humphries anyway! TSM.

Fratdaddy just mentioned the L word…yes, lavalier. TSM.

My Sperry’s smell worse than a GDI’s perfume. TSM.

Shut up, take an Asprin, put your headband back on and pretend like you love everyone! TSM.

Scarf? Check. Oversized sunglasses? Check. Accessorizing a hangover. TSM.

Trying to find a scary movie in my sorority house but finding that the only movies my sisters own are The Notebook and every Disney movie ever created. TSM.

Thanks to laser hair removal, my No Shave November lasts all year. TSM.

Wearing your rings on your left hand for “practice.” TSM.

Spotting all the geeds by seeing panty lines with leggings. Nice try. TSM.

My fratdaddy was the 1% for Halloween. I was upset he didn’t wear a costume. TSM.