The price of my bridesmaids dresses doesn’t matter because none of my bridesmaids are poor. TSM.

Wearing my fake engagement ring while baking Superbowl coordinated cupcakes… for practice purposes. TSM.

Sunday is reserved for three things: church, meeting, and untagging weekend pictures. TSM

Even my dog wears monograms. TSM.

I was that girl last night. TSM.

In the kitchen cooking for my fratdaddy’s superbowl party. TSM.

I created a tier system in my 2nd grade class using Lisa Frank stickers. Take this poorly drawn bear in overalls, geed! Stacey and I get dolphins. And all of the attention until our 10 year HS reunion. TSM.

Looking at the facebooks of my GDI friends from high school and thinking, “There’s a classier way to do that.” TSM.

When I say “summer home at the beach”, I don’t mean the Jersey Shore, I mean West Palm. TSM.

Bonding with my mother over which Lilly prints are our favorites. TSM.

I’ve never felt the condensation of a can on my hands. TSM.

Being asked on a regular basis if I’ve ever modeled. TSM.

“Oh, isn’t she precious?” i.e. old south talk for “What a pitiful mess!” TSM.

Noah Calhoun, NF. Lon Hammond, FaF. Allie chose wrong. TSM.

Sunday Funday: Church in the morning then mimosas and Wedding Sunday on WE Network. TSM.

Diet Coke in a monogramed Tervis Tumbler. TSM.

Leggings shouldn’t be sold in anything larger than a medium otherwise fat people think its okay to wear them. TSM.

Lost my wallet. For the first time in my life I know what it feels like to be broke. Worst 2 hours of my life. TSM.

Keeping the home fires burning while my fratdaddy is deployed. TSM.

Drunk off wine while watching “I Used to be Fat” with my sisters. TSM.