That post-bid day I-don’t-know-who-she-is-I-just-know-she’s-ours moment. TSM.

Nothing ruins your Friday like realizing it’s Tuesday. TSM.

Instead of a devil and an angel on each shoulder, I have my standards chair and my social chair. TSM.

Knowing the difference between a sorority girl and a girl in a sorority. TSM.

Sweetie, you’re not pretty. You’re blonde. There’s a difference. TSM.

I don’t judge you for doing it. I judge you for putting it on Facebook. TSM.

Understanding that reuniting with high school friends is not a competition…but you’re winning. TSM.

WHERE do all of my bobby pins go? TSM.

When a sister turns 21, the whole chapter turns 21. TSM.

Far too many of my stories begin with “so apparently I…” TSM.