Over-sized t-shirts are casual dresses. TSM.

I make mean look so nice. TSM.

I have three papers to write this week. It’s Wednesday and all I have done so far is plan my dream wedding and name my first born son and daughter. TSM

My personality might be fake, but my pearls aren’t. TSM.

Doing calf raises in the stand-up tanning booth. TSM.

I carry hand sanitizer for GDIs like you. TSM.

Debating whether or not I’m still on my walk of shame 12 hours later. TSM.

Tour de Franzia. TSM.

Two Alpha Chi’s founding Southern Proper. TSM.

I am the go-to girl to mend clothing. TSM.

Racing with the girl on the elliptical next to me. She doesn’t know. TSM.

Shotgunning beers, not weddings. TSM.

Little girls come up to me screaming, “Mommy it’s Barbie!” TSM.

People keep telling me I’ll make a great second wife someday. TSM.

Big hair, don’t care. TSM.

Burning exactly enough calories at spin class to drink three glasses of red wine. TSM.

Still having perfect hair and makeup after an hour of working out. TSM.

The all girls summer camp I attended as a kid cost more than your tuition. TSM.

My MacBook has a Lilly desktop, Kate Spade google theme, and a crafting folder. TSM.

Instead of guzzling wine when I cook and bake, I drink sweet tea like a classy southern belle. TSM.