My family owns the ranch next door to W’s in Crawford, Texas. He prefers to fish in our pond. TSM.

The dream vacation my econ professor described to us today is were I’m going for spring break, as a back up. TSM.

Not having a tattoo. TSM.

I’m too pretty to do math. TSM.

Actually running in Norts. TSM.

Practicing recruitment songs and drinking red wine in the shower. TSM.

“Sorry about it…hope your not like mad about it.” TSM.

Last night I got asked if my Longchamp was a shack pack. TSM.

My dog fits in my size-5 four-inch heels. TSM.

Still going to get a spa pedicure every two weeks even though its UGGS season. TSM.

No hotel for Mardi Gras? Shack to survive. TSM.

Always wanting to put a gamma after the delta in math. TSM.

The bend-and-snap. TSM.

3 other group members doing our project while I shop online for my birthday dress. TSM.

If it wasn’t money, it was monogrammed. Happy Birthday to me. TSM.

Totes presh. TSM.

The t-shirts I design for my sorority are so sassy that the company we use offered me a job as a graphic artist. TSM.

Knowing how to maintain composure while stalling out in your german luxury sport utility vehicle. TSM.

When Hurricane Katrina was about to hit, it was a very stressful time. Not because I live on the coast, but because of all of Daddy’s oil rigs in the Gulf. I still got a brand new Range Rover for Christmas that year. TSM.

Spending hundreds of dollars at Target on absolutely nothing. TSM.