Whenever I see a blazer I automatically look for a pin. TSM.

The inventor of green bean casserole is an alumna of my sorority. TSM.

My grandmother, my mom, my sister, and I are all members of the same sorority. TSM.

I don’t even know how to check my bank balance. TSM.

Jackie’s etiquette, Marilyn’s booty. TSM.

Betty Crocker was an ADPi too so you’re damn right I make the best cookies. TSM.

Too pretty to get ID’ed. TSM.

Getting slizzard in the blizzard. TSM.

God’s 11th commandment was “Thou shall not double letter”. TSM.

Sending a sister to standards because she liked a fast food page on Facebook. TSM.

The only political office I want to run for is the PTA. TSM.

Travel-sized bottles of wine in my VV tote. TSM.

Many girls wear Large shirts with their Nike shorts for that cute-oversized look. I wear Mediums shirts. The Large ones go to my knees. TSM.

I’m not studying for an MRS degree. My parents said they’d take away my trust fund if I didn’t at least try to make my own way for a little bit. TSM.

Getting you and your boyfriend’s clothes mixed up when doing laundry because you both wear large T-shirts. TSM.

The only cleats I chase are frat cleats. TSM.

Screw the X Games. My whole weekend was a skiing big air final. TSM.

W2 form states I made out well in 2010 for babysitting a CEO’s kids. All I do is plan mixers, read TFMs and order Lilly Pulitzer on my iPhone.. And brush young James’ hair into a frat swoop after his baths. TSM.

Going to recruitment my last semester just to make sure I don’t graduate with ugly girls in my chapter. TSM.

Got eyed in class today for sewing a replacement button on my fratdaddy’s polo button up. TSM.