Messaging your group chat so that every sister likes your Instagram post. TSM.
Messaging your group chat so that every sister likes your Instagram post. TSM.
Even in her old age, your grandmother refusing to put anything but Salvatore Ferragamo heels on her feet. TSM.
Doing his baking in exchange for his doing your homework. TSM.
Assuming your auto-correct didn’t recognize the word “grandlittle,” because it knows you’re not ready for your little to grow up just yet. TSM.
Manning the recruitment “Woof List.” TSM.
Incorporating your letters and sisters into every page of your Disney Princess coloring book. TSM.
The addy you took to write your final paper being used to make your tacky Christmas sweater. TSM.
I want a boyfriend, but not enough to stop hooking up with other dudes.
Not having shoes, jewelry, a purse, or any idea what you’re wearing to formal until the day before. TSM.
Spending the summer crafting for myself to prepare for crafting for the little in the fall. TSM.
Taking full advantage of the free drinks in first class. TSM.
Your written excuse for missing an all-Greek meeting being “I don’t want to walk of shame in front of the alumni.” TSM.
The contents of your purse being your planner, tanning oil, and a shot glass. All the essentials. TSM.
Reading “proceed to cart” as “send cart to Daddy.” TSM.
Having a pledge take your little’s birthday gift to her, because she has no idea who you are yet. TSM.
The risk management committee giving you your own personal sober sister for formal. TSM.
Leaving his date party to hang out with another guy, but still being asked to his formal the next day. TSM.
Spending more time picking out an outfit than you’ll actually spend wearing it. TSM.
You and your sisters drafting your own “Fantasy Pledge Teams” out of the hotties in each fraternity’s new pledge class. TSM.
I’m assuming I’ll be a great mom. My little turned out fine. TSM.