My Mom has started calling my Dad her fratdaddy again. TSM.

Shopping on Lilly while I wait to get my free oil change. The mechanic’s wife was in my sorority. Too bad she married a GDI. TSM.

A professor told me that some law schools ask to see 5 years of Facebook pages. I’m not worried because all of my posts have been Republican based and I always keep it classy. TSM.

Not having to marry into money. TSM.

My mom wanting to take me out just to spend money on me because she thinks of me as her “Life-Sized Barbie.” TSM.

Being a tan goddess in February. TSM.

Getting hit on at the rec. TSM.

Fetal position at work after a long night of champagne. TSM.

Hyphenating my last name when I get married because my last name is even more prestigious than my fratdaddy’s. TSM.

Buying a new pair of sperry’s simply because sailing season is around the corner. TSM.

Priss is my native language. TSM.

The next non-sister I live with will be my husband. TSM.

We do not discriminate against ugly girls. Someone needs to pour lemonade and arrange cookies in the kitchen during recruitment. TSM.

My group of friends doesn’t have a “Miranda.” TSM.

I live for theme parties. TSM.

Just pre-ordered the new Lilly case for my iPhone 4. TSM.

People saying that you have perfect handwriting, while you pretend you had no idea. TSM.

Your sorority’s housekeeper bringing a metal detector and finding your lost Yurman in the snow. TSM.

I’m having a Summer wedding because bride or no, I wouldn’t be caught dead in white shoes after Labor Day. TSM.

My reward for never being called a “sorostitute” and only being with my Fratdaddy, Harry Winston Engagement Ring. TSM.