Planning your wedding around the SEC football schedule. TSM.

High standards. Higher credit card statement. TSM.

If I call you “honey,” that means I don’t like you. TSM.

All my sisters hate my ex. All his brothers still love me :). TSM.

Watching E! and Bravo while drinking Twisted Arnold Palmers. TSM.

Serious T-shirt storage problems. TSM.

“She’s just jealous.” TSM.

I may be single, but I’ve got a David and a Michael on each arm. And that’s all I need. TSM.

Knowing you could do anything you wanted, and still choosing to be a trophy wife. TSM.

2 a.m. Tea Party for the Royal Wedding. TSM.

Sisters before misters, unless the misters have a trust fund. TSM.

Baking deserts for the University’s D1 pitcher before the team’s out of town series this weekend. Packing a bag of sunflower seeds instead of a can of dip because he better have perfect teeth for our engagement pictures. TSM.

Having a monogramed eye mask at your Fratdaddy’s. TSM.

“Checking your phone” when a GDI walks by so you don’t have to make eye contact with them. TSM.

Pretending to pay attention to the game while really mentally composing a cute poem to go on the invitations for my little’s bachelorette party. TSM.

Always keeping my heels, head, and standards high. TSM.

Getting overly excited about salad bars. TSM.

When in doubt, craft it out. TSM.

Edward Andre-Hands. TSM.

Just because I drink wine alone in my room while studying, doesn’t mean I’m an alcoholic. TSM.