Liking all the marriage related TSMs with the fratdaddy looking over my shoulder. TSM.

The only thing fake about me is my ID. TSM.

Late for class because my cupcakes were still in the oven. TSM.

My only interests are drinking wine and judging people. TSM.

Poise, class and a perfect ass. TSM.

The amount of excitement when when his mom likes your Facebook status. TSM.

When I run out of wine we’re leaving. TSM.

Obsessively stalking each one of my online shopping packages. TSM.

Taking two pictures with your little so you can both have one of your good side. TSM.

Putting countless hours into a costume for a night you won’t remember. TSM.

Judging girls who buy pre-made Halloween costumes. TSM.

Spoil them now, fine them later. TSM.

If the Norts fit, buy them in every color. TSM.

Ending up on Twitter, Facebook & TSM despite the never ending list of things you said you would accomplish before going out tonight. TSM

Making the fratdaddy a classic beef and potatoes dinner with apple dumplings for desert, all from scratch, for our six month. TSM.

Just because we didn’t pick you doesn’t mean you’re not a good person. It just means you aren’t the best. TSM

Saying you’re on your way when you haven’t even left the house yet. TSM.

The eternal debate: was what I did crazy enough to merit apology cupcakes or just an “I’m sorry.” TSM.

Having a hard time deciding which khaki skirt to wear today. TSM

I feel naked with out my acrylic or gel on my nails. TSM.