Never trust a man wearing an untucked shirt. TSM.

Pretending to be oblivious when someone tells you something about themselves that you already heard. TSM.

Never went through that “I hate my mom” phase. TSM.

Big/Little wine night. TSM.

Complimenting your bestie is complimenting yourself. TSM.

I have the eye from across the bar mastered. TSM.

Boyfriend just signed with the Detroit Tigers. Now that I have nothing to worry about, I’m going back to the kitchen. TSM.

Knowing the days of the week that Hobs Lobs restocks their craft section. TSM.

Wishing I had a shack shirt from the TFM intern. TSM.

I’m bringing classy back. TSM.

Jack Rogers tan. TSM.

I totes color to maintain my dexterity for when I’m a surgeon. Duh. TSM.

Coming home for summer vacation and having to add yet another t-shirt drawer. TSM.

First thing Daddy bought me was a baby rattle from Tiffany. TSM.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T. TSM.

Going back to school in the fall with my frat daddy’s grandmother’s ring on my finger. TSM.

Beach hair, don’t care. TSM.

Pulling off a fanny pack. TSM.

Saw the cast of Jersey Shore on my trip to Italy, and ignored them completely. TSM.

Jewelry stores should require proof of Greek affiliation in order to buy pearls. TSM.