Only having a 30% chance of rain and every sister still leaves the house in rain-boots with the matching umbrella. TSM.

I haven’t met my grandlittle yet but I already love her more than your parents love you. TSM.

Being able to swap recipes with his mother, and talk politics with his father. TSM.

Always having something to do. TSM.

Post-birthday depression. TSM.

Being the token “pretty friend” in sisters’ prof pics. TSM.

Standards free since 1991. TSM.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m single, and then I reflect on my actions last weekend. TSM.

My lipstick tasted like whiskey this morning. TSM.

Taking tequila shots before studying latin to ensure a multicultural experience. TSM.

Arranging your closet by fraternity. TSM.

Isn’t there like somebody I can pay to do this for me? TSM.

Break up with me and break up with my daddy’s connections. TSM.

Don’t think that just because we’re over my sisters have stopped watching your every move. TSM.

Sorry sweetheart, but it’s not the camera that added 10 pounds. TSM.

Being an only child and getting several “Happy Birthday Sister!” cards. TSM.

Hateful words are jealous thoughts. TSM.

If she’s not my sister, then she’s a slut. TSM.

Laura Bush giving birth to fraternal twin daughters. TSM.

There’s a PDF file for my big/little family tree. TSM.