Being asked to one formal by three different guys. TSM.

Your favorite fraternity stocking up on your favorite alcohol, because they know you’re coming over. TSM.

Showing people pictures of your little like she’s one of your children. TSM.

Writing down spray tan and nail appointments in your planner, but not test dates. TSM.

Sisterhood of the traveling ID. TSM.

Only texting in group messages. TSM.

“Have you met my little?” TSM.

Calling your big’s boyfriend “Dad.” TSM.

Remember that time when I opened a bottle of wine with a knife? That’s when I knew I could survive in the wild. TSM.

The name on your fake being your nickname. TSM.