Wishing it was recruitment time already. The glitter and rhinestones are running low in the craft basement. TSM.

Yes, girls do poop. Ladies don’t. TSM.

My hair is the most flammable thing in the house. TSM.

I like my money where I can see it, hanging in my closet. TSM.

My mother and I gossiped about my GDI cousins poolside after Easter dinner. TSM.

Gossip-bonding over how slutty one of our sisters has been lately. TSM.

Nothing says spring like Lilly in my Easter basket. TSM.

When in doubt, wine it out. TSM.

Picking a Little that will complement you in pictures. TSM.

I was obsessed with Kate years before she was engaged. TSM.

My Easter dress was cuter than your Easter dress. TSM.

Secrets don’t make friends. Jk, they totes do. TSM.

Never went through a tomboy phase. TSM.

Going to college to get an actual degree. You don’t need to hone your home-making skills; you’ve been a wife-in-training since you were born. TSM.

The wedding is the only thing my husband won’t be paying for. TSM.

The only time I get called big is from my little. TSM.

Getting annoyed when the brides in wedding shows aren’t pretty and skinny. TSM. 

Perfectly folding a fitted sheet. TSM.

Girls with asses like mine do not talk to boys with faces like yours. TSM.

Kate Middleton jealousy overdrive. TSM.