Spending Father’s Day with daddy at the country club. TSM.

Hitting the course with Daddy for Father’s Day. TSM.

Spotting name brands like its your job. TSM.

“I’m going to think about it while I continue shopping”…but totes knowing you’re going to get it. TSM.

For the rest of my summer, my Facebook/Twitter creeping can be officially labeled “Rush Research” and “Little Scoping.” TSM.

Actually spending Father’s Day showing your appreciation for everything your daddy has done for you. TSM.

Choosing your best pic as your default on your birthday. TSM.

Having a fratstar whipped like your homemade icing. TSM.

Taking my multi-vitamin with a glass of white zin. TSM.

Crafternoon delight. TSM.

It might be OUR wedding but it is MY day. TSM.

Totes sorry Zac Brown, but senoritas DO care-o if there’s no dinero. TSM.

My puppy refuses to drink anything other than bottled water. TSM.

“Daddy, I really don’t think I’ll be able to make it for Father’s Day. I’ll be out on your boat.” TSM.

Having your name consistently put in the same sentence with “it must be nice.” TSM.

Proofreading your sister’s drunk texts. TSM.

Sand in my Norts. TSM.

Highschool Sweethearts. TSM.

Knowing that the TFM app being blue and the TSM app being pink is stereotypical but being totes okay with it. TSM.

Using my country club ID at the airport. TSM.