Diamonds and pearls and wine with my girls. TSM.

It’s not a hangover. It’s wine flu. TSM.

Getting kicked out of the library during study hours for being too loud. TSM.

Playing “Guess Who’s a Legacy” with old composites. TSM.

You and 56 other friends are now friends with (insert new baby name here). TSM.

Parking ticket < being late to chapter. TSM.

Modest is hottest. TSM.

Red lips, red soles, and red in the polls. TSM.

The night before bid day is like Christmas Eve, but better. TSM.

Running out of class early because you’re too excited for bid day. TSM.

Outrageous? Always. Out rage us? Never. TSM.

You have to stalk before you talk. TSM.

Boats N’ Bows. TSM.

Your looks get you to the bedroom, your personality gets you to dinner. TSM.

Being the boss’ daughter. TSM.

At meeting our risk management chair gave a talk about how to prevent oven fires. TSM.

Having a panic attack about whether or not Miss USA is going to get picked while watching the Miss Universe pageant. TSM.

No, you can’t sit in our section at the lib. TSM.

Going on anti-anxiety meds during recruitment. TSM.

I am the daughter, the sister, and the girlfriend of military officers. God Bless our troops. TSM.