I am ecstatic about my little Lyndsay.
Nervous about doing things "right" but yet excited to get to be a part of how she views the sorority.
I bleed purple & gold and I really feel that one day she will, too.
I am sure not to pressure this on her but sometimes you just know.
I see women that are ruled by men & their actions.
I refused to be one of those women.
I will be that old woman that dies in her apartment (with 12 cats) & no one notices.
But to be honest, I am really content with that thought.
Someone has to be that woman, so I volunteer.
I should really start thinking of names for my cats.
1*Tim
2*Tim
3*Tim
4*Tim
5*Tim
6*Tim
7*Tim
8*Tim
9*Tim
10*Tim
11*Tim
12*Tim
They will all be different shapes, sizes & colors so that will be how I will tell them apart.
Listen.
I have to be that crazy old lady so naming all my cats Tim would really add to the street cred.