Putting the naughty in nautical. TSM.

Not speaking to my mom because she baked without me. TSM.

Drink triple, see double, act single. TSM.

If I wasn’t in a sorority that would so be my profile pic. TSM.

I don’t care what the scale says. I care what the mirror says. TSM.

Boobs-to-back. TSM.

Kissing a lot A LOT of frogs in order to find the prince. TSM.

I’m more excited to get my little than to have a baby of my own. A little doesn’t make you fat for 9 months. TSM.

Singing your chapter name extra loud when it comes on during “Sorority Girl” by Luke Bryan. TSM.

Having the entire house laugh in the same pitch. TSM.

Whining when you run out of wine. TSM.

The house drama starts long before we actually move in. TSM.

The horse I ride costs more than the car you drive. TSM.

“She never compromises, loves babies and surprises, wears high heels when she exercises.” TSM.

Only going to class so you can fill out the Lilly planner. TSM.

Never dreading going back to school. TSM.

Planning group halloween costumes with your sisters two months in advance. TSM.

Singing your sorority’s recruitment songs in the shower. TSM.

Anxiously awaiting the arrival of your grandlittle. TSM.

Your name is not Mr. Right, but I’ll still be your shacker tonight. TSM.