“Omg, stop. It’s his loss.” TSM.
Some people were born to pop out babies (eventually) and play momma to their friends.. I'm one of those people. The only thing that runs through my veins is cherry lemon sundrop (bottled in Gastonia, of course) and my soul belongs halfway between Keeneland and Churchill Downs. I've been betting on horses and NFL football since before I could talk, and there's not a better definition of a daddy's girl than me. I'm the real life version of Casey Cartwright, and Taylor Swift and John Mayer take turns writing songs about my life. Most importantly, I'm a part if the greatest sorority in the world, and nobody means more to me than my sisters.