Who needs a frat daddy when you’re dating the quarterback? TSM.

I already have my internship for next summer. It’s in DC with Daddy’s golf buddy, the Congressman. TSM.

I’d be Bubba Watson’s slampiece. TSM.

Drinking wine while doing yoga on-demand. TSM.

I’m not over-packing. It’s called having options. TSM.

Downloading Google Chrome just for its Lilly Pulitzer theme. TSM.

Class, my daily excuse for Starbucks. TSM.

Golf Pros and Tennis Hoes is the theme of my life, not just this date function. TSM.

“Don’t tell her I told you, but…” TSM.

Always putting my best foot forward…in three-inch heels. TSM.

Offering a GDI fashion tips and calling it philanthropy. TSM.

I have a really hard time finding pictures of myself alone. TSM.

Don’t let my smile deceive you. We. Are. Not. Friends. TSM.

Offering to make the composite photographer a sandwich. TSM.

It’s not mean if it’s true. TSM.

Did you read my tweet? TSM.

“I don’t mind living in a man’s world as long as I can be a woman in it.” -Marilyn Monroe. TSM.

Sending the sister you’re fighting with to standards. TSM.

Money can’t buy you class, but it certainly helps. TSM.

As a mom, I won’t have a coupon drawer. I won’t need it. TSM.