Things I check daily: Fox News, the TSM wall, and my reflection. TSM.

My niece asked if she would “get to live in the princess house” like me. TSM.

Deleting posts from ugly people off my wall. Guilty by association? I think not. TSM.

Time to start shopping for game day dresses, again. TSM.

Ordering a martini is the ladylike way of saying “I’d like two shots.” TSM.

My Grandmama always taught me: A lady runs her household with an iron fist wearing a velvet glove. TSM.

Seeing my midshipman back off to the Academy with a kiss and gallon of sweet southern tea. TSM.

Defending Justin Bieber. TSM.

Using shades of wine to describe what color you want for the bridesmaid’s dresses. TSM.

Ashley from The Bachelorette, No Bid. TSM.

Big heart, Bigger hair. TSM.

I shacked and all I got was this stupid shirt. TSM.

“I can’t believe she wants us to wear THAT for recruitment.” TSM.

Having amazing calves from dancing in heels all night, every night. TSM.

Cooking in a “Will Cook for Shoes…Lots and Lots of Shoes” apron. TSM.

Sitting in class reading the latest TSM’s and looking up to see the geed in front of me reading the latest FML’s. TSM.

MOPO: make out peace out. TSM.

Crafting things that can be store bought, just because I can. TSM.

Secretly hoping Rep. Bachmann doesn’t get the nomination, because the first female president should totes be Panhellenic. TSM.

Sewing your own letters. TSM.