Kate Middleton in the streets, and Nicki Minaj in the sheets. TSM.

Losing your voice because of a rush workshop. TSM.

Daddy taught me how to play blackjack, mostly so I’d be a distraction to other players. TSM.

“Little, I knew you were a keeper.” TSM.

Since I’ve been an intern, the office has had to redefine how much a “year’s supply” of pink highlighters actually is. TSM.

My hubby just got called up to the Majors. Shopping to celebrate the payraise. TSM.

“I’ll just have a bite, I don’t want a whole piece.” TSM.

I’m bored, therefore I bake. TSM.

Sisters commonly refer to my engagement ring as the ice skating rink on my left hand. TSM.

If I’m taller than you with my heels on…just keep walking. TSM.

Pink Sharpie to address the packages to my soldier. TSM.

Giving “it” a nickname. TSM.

Intuitional baking. TSM.

Trying to take my Little home with you? Not on my watch, “bro.” TSM.

You can’t bake your cake and eat it, too. TSM.

True Life: I see a cute baby and want to steal it. TSM.

Angry cleaning. TSM.

“I’ll be your glass of wine, you be my shot of whiskey.” TSM.

There are lots of cropportunities in this weekend’s pics. TSM.

I’ve met all of my boyfriends either at a horse race, country club, or on a yacht. TSM.