Oh boy do we have a lot of sass being thrown around our house these days. You would think a prepubescent teenager is living there!
Fortunately for me (and unfortunately for B), that sass is my own. I chalk it up to being the youngest. I know I am 26 years old now, but I will continue to use that excuse well into old age.
I got a fantastic hair cut last weekend and it seems to have filled me with sass. More than usual. B keeps telling me I have sass in my pants. Boy do I!
Yesterday, via instant messenger, B and I were chatting. My sass was on full tilt. See for yourself:

Ha! I crack myself up sometimes.
Maybe this weekend I will take a picture of my sassy new haircut. Prepare yourselves.

Sassy McSassy Pants…. we need to see the pic of the new hair cut!
You crack me up too…way to go, Sassy Pants!
Can’t wait to see it! Funny how a sassy ‘do can change things! :o)