Never having a shortage of button ups to choose from for a “Risky Business” social. TSM.

Whipping your hair. NS. Whipping your frosting. TSM.

Being a 9.5 on a bad day. TSM.

If it is 2 a.m. and I don’t know your grandparents’ names, then it’s time to say goodnight. Nice try darling. TSM.

I don’t own any shack shirts because I sleep naked. TSM.

Changing the year you were born on Facebook before accepting a local bar’s friend request. TSM.

Daddy has two seasons: tax season and golf season. TSM.

Live like a Princess. Look like Barbie. Party like Ke$ha. TSM.

Lost my headband on the beach, but gained a sombrero. TSM.

Snapping alone while watching Fox News after they announce the decline in Obama’s approval rating. TSM.

Putting your camera away after a certain number of drinks. TSM.

Wearing event shirts while in a foreign country. TSM.

Having a cruise boyfriend. TSM.

Diet coke in one hand, shot glass in the other. TSM.

Cleaning makes me happy. I don’t even need a maid. TSM.

Only curling the front side of my head for composite pictures. TSM.

Having your boobs heal from your boob job just in time for spring break. TSM.

Only using the pink post-it notes. TSM.

I study way too hard for a degree I’m not planning on using. TSM.

Planning me and my date’s formal outfits with my sisters and their dates so we don’t clash in our pictures. TSM.