Slamtease. TSM.

Eating Special K while reading wedding blogs. TSM.

Never had baby fat. TSM.

Waking up at noon to slam my fratdaddy. He’d already been to OChem and Anatomy. TSM.

Spending 12 dollars on a wedding magazine, and not being engaged yet. TSM.

Popular Culture Minor. TSM.

Rushing Chapter along so we can watch The Bachelor. TSM.

My little sister just stuck her tongue out when we asked her what she thought of Obama. And she’s wearing Lilly Pulitzer. She’s 3. TSM.

Drinking wine while watching The Bachelor, and deciding which sorority the girls belong to. TSM.

French tip manicures are classy but still trashy at the same time, like wearing pearls while giving a BJ. TSM.

Yes I do have a job, but I work for a bridal shop. I get to live out my future every single day. TSM.

I won a table setting contest at cotillion in the sixth grade. TSM.

I’ll keep making the sandwiches as long as he keeps bringing home the bread. TSM.

At chapter our standards chair gave all of us candy for behaving appropriately at our last swap. TSM.

32 perfectly straight pearly whites. No cavities. TSM.

Exchanging recipes with little old ladies at fresh market and being told I’m going to make a great wife. TSM.

Style Me Pretty, Ruffled, 100 Layer Cake, and Martha Stewart Weddings on my bookmarked websites. Not Earth Friendly Weddings or The Broke-Ass Bride. TSM.

Being VP of Standards and still partying harder then all your sisters. TSM.

Only applying for an officer position because I have better ideas than my sisters. TSM.

Sandwich artist. TSM.