Never having that summer reunion awkwardness because none of my high school friends are geeds. TSM.

Tease ’em and please ’em. TSM.

Ugly girls in back during rush. TSM.

True class is living your ritual everyday. TSM.

I never ate lunchables & neither will my kids. TSM.

My nail polish color is called “Trophy Wife.” TSM.

Hearing “group photo!” and immediately dropping everything. TSM.

I’m saving sex for college. TSM.

Always wondering who exactly the TFM intern is. TSM.

I’d bake for the Mavericks any day. TSM.

Celebrating your birthmonth. One day just isn’t enough. TSM.

Knowing you’d be a better mom at 16, than the girls on 16 and Pregnant. TSM.

Only being an Early Elementary Education major, because it’s the closest thing to “Stay at home mom” that the school offers. TSM.

Getting to the point of yet another craft organizer tote. TSM.

Never giving the expected response to someone fishing for compliments. TSM.

Start school at Ole Miss, leave school as an Ole Mrs. TSM.

Having a “pleasing appearence” is in our bylaws. TSM.

Using Daddy’s credit card to get my nails done every other week and when he asks why I just tell him that he tells me to stay classy. TSM.

Often imitated, never duplicated. TSM.

Never having to retake pictures. TSM.