Bree Van de Camp. TSM.

Wishing Facebook had a tag for where people’s clothes came from. TSM.

The only motivation I need for working out is knowing his ex will be there. TSM.

Calling dibs on your wedding month. TSM.

Bedazzling my birth control case so I’m more likely to take it. TSM.

Sunburned. NS. Sun-kissed. TSM.

Owning a scrapbook store as a hobby. TSM.

Matching your Lilly iPhone case to your Lilly koozie. TSM.

Being marriage material. TSM.

Wishing the sailboats would turn pink when I click on the TSM tab. TSM.

Bless Your Heart = You’re So Stupid. TSM.

Gossip Girl, Diet Coke, & Reduced Fat Wheat Thins. TSM.

Leaving a trail of bobby pins everywhere I go. TSM.

Rarely hearing the word “no.” TSM.

Turning down a job to wait tables because it’s too “gross and sticky.” TSM.

Our mutual friends list, or lack thereof, tells me all I need to know. TSM.

Of couse I have GDI friends. Facebook counts right? TSM.

Too many cute photos to choose an album cover. TSM.

Drinking your feelings instead of eating them. TSM.

“Why is no one at the pool? Is it like finals week or something?” TSM.