This is something that I end up saying to Dan a lot. I must say, my husband puts up with a lot of SASS around here. "Cut the sass" was what my Dad would say to me on a regular basis. Being a sensitive, sassy Cancer, I would always look at him with big, sad eyes and wonder why he was being so mean. Sometimes I don't even realize that I'm being sassy. I'm okay with it though. I kind of like that I'm a sassy girl. I remember loving my Sassy magazines just because they we're called Sassy. Do you remember those? I think most of my best girlfriends are sassy girls too. I LOVE THE SASS! Bring it on Sister Girls.
p.s. Check out Amy's blog. Funny stories about us in the 8th grade (embarassing photos included).