Cleaning in heels. TSM.

Spending all of church thinking of the best ways to give everyone their makeovers. TSM.

Never had to be told to clean my room. TSM.

Sisterhood Brazilians. TSM.

I consider it a productive day when I remember to take my birth control pill on time. TSM.

Observing Fort Myers Beach while sipping Kendall Jackson on my yacht. TSM.

Referring to all things I generally dislike as “geed.” TSM.

Sisters don’t let sisters leave parties or bars with ugly guys. TSM.

When I was on laughing gas at the dentist, the only thing I did was sorority chants. TSM.

Sisters who go to standards together, stay together. TSM.

Only going to the frat flags on Coca Cola Beach. TSM.

Shacking like Allie Hamilton. TSM.

Already planning SB12. TSM.

Twenty minutes back from spring break, pouring myself a glass. TSM.

Having an unhealthy addiction to the Kate and William wedding. TSM.

Spending Spring Break as a ski bunny in the mountains and still having a perfect spring break tan. TSM.

Getting Yurman tan lines on spring break. TSM.

Love you, mean it. TSM.

Andre is the only foreign guy I’ll get close to. TSM.

Demanding a bottle of wine in exchange for class notes. TSM.