Tailgating baseball. 3 margaritas in by 10 a.m. TSM.

We were on national television during the Heritage Golf Tournament accidentally. Cameraman was panning across the ocean and spotted some pink bikinis he couldn’t resist. TSM.

“I just wanted to make it snow.” TSM.

Tequila makes my clothes fall off. TSM.

Just because I sit next to you doesn’t mean you can talk to me. TSM.

Pulitzer/Yurman ’12. TSM.

Got my Kentucky Derby dress as my Easter present. TSM.

Royal Wedding Week on TLC. TSM.

Southern Belle raising hell. TSM.

The sidewalk is my catwalk. TSM.

I won’t even follow Obama on Twitter. TSM.

Honey, your pics of your tube top, lip ring, and tongue sticking out combo is on facebook. Good luck getting anywhere. TSM.

Winning the “My Life is a TSM” senior superlative in my sorority. TSM.

I may be in the library in norts and an oversized frat tank but, sweetheart, those pj pants are unacceptable. TSM.

Always knowing how short is too short. Whether it be a dress, haircut, heels, or a man. TSM.

Knowing how to apply fake tanner perfectly so there are no streaks. Just kidding, I never fake it. TSM.

Crossing legs at the ankles, not the knees. TSM.

When I was little I never wanted to take my easter dress off. Some things never change. TSM.

Chelsy Davy. NS. Kate Middleton. TSM.

Having plenty of dresses suitable for Easter, but going out and buying a new one anyway. TSM.