“She is bad PR.” TSM.

If I had a penny for every time someone told me I always look good, I’d be richer than daddy. Well almost. TSM.

Singing recruitment songs in the tanning bed. TSM.

“Um no, I do NOT want fries with that.” TSM.

I don’t plank…unless my personal trainer instructs me to do so. TSM.

Forget Spanish, Passive Aggressive is my second language. TSM.

It’s nothing personal, it’s just recruitment. TSM.

One for me, one for my little-to-be. That’s my shopping philosophy. TSM.

Post-breakup baking. TSM.

Econ prof asked, “What’s the opportunity cost of going to college?” Responded, “Sorority Life!” TSM.

A real lady never uses stencils. TSM.

Diet Coke for breakfast. TSM.

Finding glitter in inexplicable places on your body. TSM.

Even laying your croakies out the night before gameday. TSM.

Opening day of dove season with Daddy equals pink Browning and pearls. TSM.

My sorority’s Lilly print is cuter than your sorority’s Lilly print. TSM.

There’s nothing in the bylaws that says I can’t purchase my wine in letters. TSM.

Paying for two dollars of ribbon at Michael’s with a 100 dollar bill. TSM.

Getting a kid’s straw at Chick-fil-a becasuse its a bendy straw. TSM.

More concerned about making hurricanes than preparing for the arrival of one. TSM.