My life is one big blonde moment. TSM.

Would not be caught DEAD in a featherhead. TSM.

Adding geeds from high school so they can totes see how much better my life is than theirs now. TSM.

Barbara Bush being an honorary member of my chapter. TSM.

Boys are like PNMs: They think they pick us, but we pick them. TSM.

Daddy’s yacht is my tanning bed. TSM.

Still being little even when I’m a Big. TSM.

My monogrammed Tervis tumbler sweats more than I do. TSM.

Earning the nickname “Snaps” at work. TSM.

Accidentally drunk dialing your mom. TSM.

My shopping habits are totally healthy…I take the stairs instead of escalators or elevators. TSM.

Voted nicest sorority on campus just because we know how to whisper properly. TSM.

Shopping takes forevs…only because everything looks good on me. TSM.

Getting competitive with “what I did this summer” stories when you get back to school. TSM.

Bag boys playing rock, paper, scissors for who gets to take my groceries to the car. TSM.

Perfume headache. TSM.

I came to school to be a doctor, but leaving with one will make my parents just as proud. TSM.

Constantly forgetting that W isn’t the current president. TSM.

If you don’t have diet coke, I don’t want a soda. TSM.

Sorry we’re not sorry for being totes presh. TSM.