Always feeling awkward when someone says “I can’t afford it.” TSM.

Sitting in church before it starts, talking to my mother about how we’ll decorate it for my future wedding. TSM.

And on the 7th day, God created Sunday Funday. TSM.

Baking because my apron accents my tiny waistline. TSM.

Being able to find your own date and not beg a friend. TSM.

Today’s Forecast: Sratty with a chance of Norts. TSM.

Miranda Hobbes. NS. Charlotte York. TSM.

DTS (Down To Shack). TSM.

Buy first, ask later. TSM.

My mom judges my potential employers by the number of “pearl girls” in their company photo. TSM.

My first word was mall. TSM.

My frat daddy’s presidential suite is bigger than your frat daddy’s. TSM.

Twitter Addiction. TSM.

Being a Nicky, not a Paris. TSM.

The day after formal, aka official picture untagging day. TSM.

My momma raised me right. I only talk about people behind their backs. TSM.

Spending more at Michaels than the grocery store. TSM.

Mom coming to visit and shopping spree are the same thing. TSM.

Having to go tanning to get rid of my Chilifest 2011 tank tan. TSM.

I don’t need a list of baby names, I have family names known by heart. TSM.