So sad Adam didn’t win. That green jacket would have complimented my formal dress perfectly. TSM.

Hey, who’s this master I keep hearing about? TSM.

Parent-proofing the room for Family Day. TSM.

My mother doesn’t wear mom jeans. TSM.

There are a lot of things that I would do for my sisters, but being a sober sister at formal is absolutely not one of them. TSM.

Not having to pretend to know what’s happening at the Masters because I actually do know. TSM.

I may be wearing norts and a srat tee, but you know my hair and makeup is flawless. TSM.

Most of my friends’ profile pictures are from my camera. TSM.

My mother didn’t allow me to shop at Limited Too as a child. TSM.

Only geeds call them ‘frat parties’. The frat is implied. TSM.

I’d shack with Rory McIlroy. TSM.

Jack Rogers tan line. TSM.

There needs to be a show called “Formalszilla” as a spinoff of Bridezilla. TSM.

Pretending to know/care about the Masters. TSM.

The only cleats I chase are frat cleats. TSM.

I cringe when I see a nose piercing. TSM.

Having a running list of baby names on my iPhone4. TSM.

Maybe attending means no, attending means maybe. TSM.

Always making my fratdaddy’s bed before I leave in the morning. TSM.

Laura Bush decorating the white house for George. TSM.