Our littles are so cute I want to take eight of them and be Octo-Big. TSM.

Bid Day ends, the drinking begins. TSM.

Can’t wait for recruitment to be over so I can leave feeling like a lesbian to the GDIs. TSM.

There are only two reasons to wear white after Labor Day: your wedding and, of course, initiation. TSM.

Liking a guy even more because one of your least favorite sisters does too. TSM.

Using Photobooth as a mirror. TSM.

Waking up 3 hours early to study for a test and spending all 3 hours on looking extra cute. TSM.

You’re only as strong as the sisters behind you, the man beside you, and the heels beneath you. TSM.

Recruitment hair? Totally care. TSM.

Pledges, I’m really happy for you and I’m going to let you finish, but my pledge class was the hottest of all time. TSM.

Pregaming Obama’s speech is the only way I can stand to listen to him. TSM.

Top row of the composite freshman year. TSM.

Something unique about myself? Well, I have 90 sisters. TSM.

We don’t pay for our friends. Girls without friends don’t get bids. TSM.

My Lilly dresses truly mess up the color-coding in my closet. TSM.

Grandma’s pearls, momma’s pin, daddy’s credit card. TSM.

Hooking up with the quarterback right after a big win. TSM.

Judge us for partying. We judge you for not partying. TSM.

Basically, twitter acts as a GPS locator for my sisters whereabouts. TSM.

I’m not clumsy…the floor hates me, the tables and chairs are bullies, and the wall gets in the way. TSM.