“Santa, baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot.” TSM.

Flour power. TSM.

Ashley’s sister is an even bigger GDI than she is. TSM.

Seeing the gym as one big competition, and winning. TSM.

Skipping my 9 a.m. class to mourn Elizabeth Taylor. TSM.

Forgetting about the half-full flask of vodka in your purse from the weekend’s activities until you open it to tithe at Sunday mass. TSM.

Just tried to swipe myself up the elevator with daddy’s credit card. It’s the first card I grab out of habit. TSM.