There is always going to be someone prettier, smarter, funnier and younger than you. I call her my Little. TSM.

Saving all your favorite cute underwear for the weekend. TSM.

Treadmill power walking while holding the heart rate bars equals practice for future stroller pushing. TSM.

The only f-word that offends me more than the four letter one is feminist. TSM.

You know sorority recruitment is done for the day when all the girls are back on Facebook and twitter. TSM.

Eat like a bird, drink like a fish. TSM.

Still distraught over the break up because I miss being his lab’s momma. TSM.

Pref Night: the only time suicide is a good thing. TSM.

Diamonds on my wrist, wine on my tongue. TSM.

I officially do not know how to hold a conversation that is not about big/little. TSM.

Poking me is just a creative way of saying that you want me to defriend you. TSM.

Using sophisticated design programs for recruitment posters instead of academic endeavors. TSM.

Finding a sister in line so you don’t have to go to the end. TSM.

Well…it seemed like a good idea at the time. TSM.

My little is the perfect reflection of myself. TSM.

A good PNM knows that sisters are always stalking. TSM.

Why yes, I would like to add a monogram. TSM.

Wear a bow, to get a beau. TSM.

Buying your Fratdaddy celebratory cigars in honor of your new little. TSM.

Never going out anywhere with wet hair. TSM.