Being able to spot a Greek woman a mile away, even without her letters on. She has impeccable fashion sense, is in amazing shape, and walks with a confidence that comes with being an individual part of a collective, exclusive whole. TSM.

“What are you being for Halloween?” “Depends, which night?” TSM.

Planning a Halloween costume for weeks, then just throwing on whatever makes you look hottest. TSM.

Break my little’s heart, and you’ll have a BIG problem. TSM.

Never having to worry about attempting to paint your right hand. TSM.

Wine doesn’t count towards alcoholism. TSM.

Never actually looking trashy for a white trash themed party. TSM.

Well that was a waste of an outfit. TSM.

Making your bed perfectly even when you have absolutely no intention of sleeping in it tonight. TSM.

Make crafts not war. TSM.

Making bad decisions look good. TSM.

Making him say “Damn!” at the table, at the bar, and in the bed. TSM.

Yes, I just caught you staring at my boobs. No, I am not going home with you tonight. TSM.

Girls are jealous of my life and boys are jealous I’m not their wife. But I’m not the jealous type. TSM.

Shoot. I got glitter on my leggings. TSM.

Driving the extra 4 miles to go to the not creepy grocery store. TSM.

It’s a BIG day and I’m a LITTLE nervous. TSM.

I got 99 problems, but a date’s not one. TSM.

When new girls introduce themselves to us as if we have absolutely no idea who they are, where they’re from, what they’re studying and who they’re friends with. TSM.

Umm…can we get a table for…50? TSM.