“Well it says 10:00. So when should we get there? 11:00? 11:30?” TSM.

Never truly forgiving the sister who stole your little. TSM.

Blowing up your own newsfeed. TSM.

Getting a thumbs up from my big upon receiving my first standards letter. Sorry we’re not sorry. TSM.

I absolutely love a man in Nantucket Reds. TSM.

Acting like it never happened. TSM.

Getting genuinely upset with sisters who don’t complete their wedding websites within a reasonable amount of time after getting engaged. TSM.

For once, dressing to impress girls instead of guys. TSM.

If you liked it then you should’ve put a lavalier on it. TSM.

Bad decisions make good stories. TSM.

Get some sun, or I’m taking you to standards. TSM.

Only going to class to gossip about this weekend’s parties. TSM.

Class and poise will get the boys. TSM.

I have 7 rush crushes…does that make me a rush slut? TSM.

Constantly feeling like everyone is staring at you and your girls. TSM.

Greek Week being responsible for the largest custom order Vineyard Vines has ever had. TSM.

Mean mugs and shoulder shrugs. TSM.

Letters off, bottoms up. TSM.

Big/Little Week hot glue blisters. TSM.

I was fine until I drank the punch. TSM.