The abbreevs I use on the reg are totes contage. TSM.

Putting sad faces by the democrats in my history notes. TSM.

Nothing can turn shack hair into brunch hair like dry shampoo and a comb. TSM.

Deleting randos from my Facebook on the reg. TSM.

An only child…with 97 sisters. TSM.

“Ew, don’t tag me.” TSM.

Always being fashionably late to the party because we get completely wrapped up in pregame. TSM.

“It’s whatever.” TSM.

Daddy just gave me his Range Rover for keeps. TSM.

Big/Little bonding with daily three mile jogs. The more gossip there is, the faster we run. TSM.

If Ashley doesn’t stop whining about Bentley, I’m gonna effing lose it. But I’ll totes still watch next week. TSM.

Honey, you may want to try a little harder to disguise your jealousy. TSM.

All is fair in love and war…and picking a little. TSM.

Money and pearls, and lots of big curls- that’s what sorority girls are made of. TSM.

The Cooler Connection. TSM.

I miss my little SO much. TSM.

Pearls around my neck, curls in my hair, and a Diet Coke in my hand. Bring it on. TSM.

GTL = Golf Tan Lines. TSM.

Life, Lilly and the pursuit of Happiness. Happy National Wear Your Lilly Day! TSM.

You mess with one of us, you mess with ALL of us. TSM.