Boys being called by their last names is such a turn-on. TSM.

My degree is not a back-up-plan. It’s a passion. I went to college to learn how to save lives, not bake pies. I already knew how to do that. TSM.

Being an obnoxiously good looking couple. TSM.

My kids won’t throw temper tantrums in public. TSM.

Adding geeds from high school so they can totes see how much better my life is than theirs now. TSM.

Being able to pull off wearing Chaco’s to class without looking like a granola-crunching, tree-hugging, Obama-loving lib. TSM.

We come from different states, go to different schools, and have joined different greek organizations, but today all our prayers go to the University of Alabama. TSM.

Getting the new Lilly print is like recruitment. If your sorority didn’t make the first cut your basically a GDI. TSM.

Your fratdaddy knowing that he can laugh at misogynistic TFMs all day, but if he ever treated you unkindly, he’d be ironing his own shirts and making his own sandwiches in a heartbeat. TSM.

Tiffany’s sophomore year. Lavalier junior year. Pin senior year. Diploma and engagement ring at graduation. TSM.