When your little gives you sass and you remind her you gave her life (aka her fake ID). TSM.

Picking out boys at the bar like puppies. “That one’s cute. I’ll take him home.” TSM.

Never just having *A* drink. TSM.

Two inches of snow being too much to drive to class, but two feet not keeping you from happy hour. TSM.

Not understanding why exec wants to lose the “party girl” stereotype the chapter has. TSTC.

When your boyfriend doesn’t notice your haircut, but your Starbucks barista does. TSM.