Moms’ Weekend turning your crazy, semi-alcoholic friends into wholesome girls you don’t even recognize. TSM.
Moms’ Weekend turning your crazy, semi-alcoholic friends into wholesome girls you don’t even recognize. TSM.
Having the body of a trophy wife and the brains of a surgeon. TSM.
Preferring pre-law boys to pre-med boys, because it’s less schooling and more First Lady potential. TSM.
All I need to get through today is a little tequila and a whole ‘lotta Jesus. TSM.
I don’t care if you don’t want to hear about my sorority. I’m going to tell you anyway. TSM.
Pearls in my ears. Letters around my neck. God in my heart. TSM.
I would never hyphenate my last name after getting married. That would create one messed up monogram. TSM.