I guess we know who makes the sandwiches in that relationship. TSM.

Daddy’s money, Momma’s good looks. TSM.

Drunk vacuuming. TSM.

Buying things you don’t need just because they’re your sorority’s colors or symbol. TSM.

Neon Spring Break Tanks. TSM.

My life looks like the Lilly Spring Catalog, classy with a splash of color. TSM.

If its not monogrammed, its not mine. TSM.

My birth control reminder is morning church bells. TSM.

Class, it’s not just something you attend. TSM.

Creating another TFM username that doesn’t mention my sorority so I can make bitchy comments. TSM.

Freaking out when t-shirts aren’t passed out right after chapter. TSM.

Not needing beauty sleep. TSM.

Majoring in sass with a minor in class. TSM.

Not having to suck in. TSM.

Going to a chateau for a wine tasting rather than PCB for spring break. TSM.

Judging guys by their fraternity and major. TSM.

Winning over freshman PNM’s before Recruitment starts by tutoring them. Not that I dirty rush. They just remember how pretty, smart, and nice I am. TSM.

President Bush Sr. called my dad on his birthday. He let it go to voicemail. TSM.

Packing list for my Spring Break trip to Costa Rica suggested I bring some old clothes, so I bought some. TSM.

Today is definitely a good hair day. Like always. TSM.