Having a list of potentially perfects Bigs in my Lilly planner. I’m a senior in high school. TSM.

Monday shopping spree. Just because. TSM.

Starbucks high. TSM.

Making Geeds uncomfortable by asking what house they are in, when I obviously know the answer. TSM.

Formal Cooler inferiority complex. TSM.

Being told by the church, the reception site, the photographer, and the planner how this is the best looking wedding party they’ve ever seen. TSM.

Accompanying my kid’s menu entree with two pitchers of margaritas. TSM.

Southern belle trapped in the north. TSM.

He wears the chinos, but I wear the pants. TSM.

When life gives you lemons, put them in your sweet tea and thank God you’re a Southern belle. TSM.

Unapologetically claiming your formal dates suit jacket with empty firefly bottle still in the inside pocket at the following chapter meeting. TSM.

Save the drama for your house mama. TSM.

I borrowed my sorority sister’s pearls and now they are stuck on my neck, I have to go to the jeweler to get them taken off. TSM.

Only buying skirt suits for my work wardrobe. Pant suits are for GDIs. TSM.

Yes I have these shorts in every color. TSM.

Wine headache. TSM.

LMB (Love My Big). TSM.

I run on frocket power. TSM.

Not having to worry about having ugly kids. TSM.

Pictures up and profile pictures changed within hours of being home. TSM.