No thanks, I had an adderall for lunch. TSM.

Some girls say I’m judgmental. I call it honesty. TSM.

Being a stay at home mom, even before we have children. TSM.

I have the class of Laura Bush, the appeal of Sarah palin, the style of Rachel Zoe and the talent of Paula Deen. TSM.

I never run out of thank you notes. TSM.

Money may not buy happiness. But I am perfectly fine being sad on a yacht. TSM.

Just saw a sorostitute typing up a TSM. I told her it sucked and it would never be posted. TFM.

Does it look like I want to know your plans for Thanksgiving? STFU geed. TSM.

Splitting a junior mint with my little for lunch. TSM.

You had me at “Law School”. TSM.

There’s a T-shirt for that. TSM.

BJ and a Sandwich. I call it the “Combo Meal”. TSM.

After shacking, turned down the first T-shirt he offered me because it didn’t have a frocket. TSM.

I carry my Starbucks and Blackberry in the same hand. TSM.

Adopting an underprivileged teenager and having him become an NFL star. TSM.

Bows and toes means a new game day bow and a pedicure. TSM.

Driving home from Sunday brunch, and seeing your grandlittle on her walk of shame. TSM.

You can tell a lot about a guy by his position in the house. TSM.

Snuck my fratdaddy’s flask of beam into Death Valley in my bra. Then proceeded to drink it myself. TSM.

Hey GDI, black and brown never go together. Unless of course you’re talking about my tortoise Ray Bans. TSM.