Always leaving potlucks with an empty dish. TSM.
Always leaving potlucks with an empty dish. TSM.
Suppressing the urge to say “Aw, wittle baby!” every time I see a puppy. TSM.
He knows he’s in trouble when I don’t use abbrevs in my texts. TSM.
The understanding yet sympathetic inquiry, “Oh, group project?” from sisters when they see you in the library with GDIs. TSM.
Angry cleaning. TSM.
I may be 21, but I still sign my signature with hearts over my i’s. TSM.
Feeling sorry for the pretty girls on the Bachelor who couldn’t find a fratdaddy in college. TSM.