Screaming “that’s my mom” as your big dances on the bar. TSM.
Screaming “that’s my mom” as your big dances on the bar. TSM.
Being overcome with a sense of uneasiness when you’re the one who has her shit together. TSM.
You were my cup of tea, but I drink champagne now. TSM.
What doesn’t kill you makes you blonder. TSM.
Making it to the 8am tailgate, but not your 8am class. TSM.
Being more excited about your outfit for a function than the actual function. TSM.