My granddaddy owns a quail reserve. They found oil there. Drlling starts after hunting season. TSM.

No, sweetheart, it’s not because you didn’t get to know us well enough. You didn’t get a bid because you’re fugly. TSM.

Not making decisions, letting sisters make them for me. TSM.

I don’t cook on thanksgiving, I host. My thanksgiving consists of my brother, fiancè, and father hunting our pheasant and letting the cook staff do their job, while my mother and I look fabulous and drink the vineyard wine. TSM.

Asked a cute GDI why he wasn’t in a fraternity… said the dues were too expensive… told him so are my tastes. TSM.

Got searched at the airport because my t-shirt was too big. TSM.

Finding out you’re the new Panhel President while you’re in bed, hungover, and still drunk from last night. TSM.

I’m a third generation trophy wife. TSM.

Not knowing the plan for the night til 30 minutes before. TSM. Letting the Gods of Frat be your guide. TFM.

I befriended the house cleaning lady today because I think that she does nice work and may like to hire her someday. TSM.

Watched 3 episodes of say yes to the dress on my iPad while I ran 4 miles on the treadmill. TSM.

My sorority had elections this week and I’ve already blocked all exec officers from viewing my facebook. TSM.

I’ve already wrapped half of my Christmas presents. In Lilly wrapping paper. TSM.

After Thanksgiving is a time I lovingly refer to as “The Sandwich Olympics”. TSM.

Mixing to-go cups for a night of studying at the library. TSM.

No, I’m not hungry I had a huge gulp of air on the way to class. TSM.

I drove to class but parking was full so I went and got a manicure instead. TSM.

Don’t worry, I’m on my computer, in the kitchen. TSM.

You can keep your Yurman. My mother’s family owns a diamond mine in South Africa. TSM.

Working on my 95 slide future wedding PowerPoint presentation rather than paying attention to my Feminist Studies professor. TSM.