The only thing un-American about me is my Brazilian. TSM.
The only thing un-American about me is my Brazilian. TSM.
Not weighing enough to turn on the passenger airbag in my boyfriend’s Tahoe. TSM.
Ashley is a geed. A sorority girl would never pick a construction worker over a vineyard owner. TSM.
Saw frathubby cry for the 1st time today. I told him we’re officially having a little Sig Pi legacy. It’s a boy! TSM.
Being your bio-big’s grand little. TSM.
I cannot find a suitable Lilly Pulitzer desktop wallpaper for my work computer. TSM.
Being a Jackie, not a Marilyn. TSM.
Okay geed, you may think I “bought” my friends but at least I don’t have to take photos of myself in the bathroom just so there’s pictures of me on Facebook. TSM.
Resorting to crash diets and eating disorders to get thin. NS. Eating healthy and working out every day. TSM.
A year after graduation, my Frat Daddy became my Frat-tastic husband. After 3 years of marriage, we’re expecting our first legacy. Dreams do come true. TSM.
Two sets of ear piercings, one for diamonds and one for pearls. TSM.
Getting the new Lilly print is like recruitment. If your sorority didn’t make the first cut your basically a GDI. TSM.
Seeing my midshipman back off to the Academy with a kiss and gallon of sweet southern tea. TSM.
Maybe if Taylor Swift went to college she could’ve found herself a respectable fratdaddy instead of getting her heart broken by all of those GDIs. TSM.
Laura Bush and her daughters, Cindy McCain, and Lynne Cheney. The best Republican women were Thetas. TSM.
My kids won’t throw temper tantrums in public. TSM.
My dog and I share bows. TSM.
I’m in love with a dipper. TSM.
5 of my sorority sisters and I got engaged to our frat daddies over Christmas break. TSM.
If I’m not talking shit about you on Facebook, that’s probably because it’s on Twitter. TSM.