Drinking wine and tweeting obnoxiously about The Bachelorette. TSM.

Lilly Pulitzer went to my boarding school. TSM.

My sister just got her first Sperry blister, I snapped. TSM.

Planning my day around the last episode of Oprah. TSM.

Pedicured toes in Chacos. TSM.

Being an extra letter whoreeeeee. TSM.

Assuming you have the right of way because your car is about $40K better than that gdi’s. TSM.

Lost my virginity on a sailboat. TSM.

Kitchen shots. TSM.

Losing your phone, purse, and coozie at the Frat house but still keeping your dignity. TSM.

They know me by name at HobLob. TSM.

Sitting on my back porch, reading Southern Living in my Lilly pajamas. TSM.

Catching the bouquet at your big’s wedding. TSM.

Fratdaddy always has trouble buying me something real daddy hasn’t already. TSM.

Seriously stressed out planning my 9 week vacation to France, Spain and Italy. Life is hard. TSM.

You’re right GDI, I’m not a princess. I’m an heiress. TSM.

My favorite person to stalk on Facebook is myself. TSM.

Being an amazing sexter. TSM.

Three-year-old sister snapping instead of clapping. TSM.

Thinking of the cutest ways to cover up alcohol in pictures. TSM.