It took my grandma well into her sixties to find her inner sass and start using it. My mother didn't take quite as long to tap into her sassiness, but she was still well into her forties before she was comfortable unleashing the sass on unsuspecting bystanders. Apparently, I'm a quick learner. If you'd like to access my sassy side, just ask me to sit down at the next concert I attend. Concerts are not for sitting; in fact, I can guarantee that the featured musician expects the opposite of you. If you'd like to sit on your ever expanding keester while you listen to music, or if you are so akwardly uncoordinated that you lack confidence in your ability to stand and clap a steady beat at the same time, go home and listen to the CD. That being said, it is with pride that I report that in the timeless battle between standers and sitters, standers won fair and square at the Kenny Loggins concert this past weekend at the Temecula Valley Balloon and Wine Festival, despite the sitters' insistence on resorting to pre-adolescent strategies like yelling, kicking, screaming, and throwing stuff. The sass came out and the sitters either stood or went home, heads hung low. Better luck next time.
Standers- 1
Sitters- 0
xoxo,
Ashley
1 comments:
Hah! Love it! And so true, and clearly if you must sit, keep your trap shut. Well said, my dear, well said.
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