Falling in love with your little when you meet her in the hallway wearing boxer’s and a guy’s button-up. TSM.

“He never officially asked me to be his wife, but he never asked me to not be his wife either, so things are going pretty well.” TSM.

Judging that one girl who tries way too hard to be sweetheart. TSM.

Never wasting a good eyebrow day. TSM.

Your little brother joining your boyfriend’s fraternity. TSM.

Unexpectedly meeting your sister halfway through a walk of shame. TSM.

Handing down your title as “Blackout Queen” at Senior Wills. TSM.

Blaming drunken love confessions on autocorrect. TSM.

Judging people who don’t know how to pronounce Greek letters. TSM.

Using a TSM Column as a source in your final paper. TSM.