Grant Master Sasster provided a public service to poker players at the Rio in Las Vegas. He would find the internet for them. He wore a shirt that detects the Wi-Fi signal in the area and lights up to the corresponding signal strength. (see pic below - sweet socks and jean shorts Grant)
Mr. Sasster took a turkey sandwich to work instead of buying his lunch at the deli. Later that day, he donated the would-be cost of his lunch to the American Cancer Society.
Sarsaparilla Sasster finished a still-life charcoal drawing in the nude.
Sasster of Style sassed her way into selling 66 tank tops to Birdies this week.
Smiling Sasster Suzy (in her own words) - The only thing I can even think of is the small party that I had with your Mom, Bonnie and I today. We cheered to "us"--our strength, beauty (theirs, not mine), our fun--soon to be--and our friendship. We are going to plan a SASSY party out of town. So our SASSINESS is to come. Boy, THAT WAS the hightlight of my week. TO be with such wonderful friends and toasting with "Water" and "Joint Juice"> HA--how old are we?? At least it wasn't Geritol.
Memory Making Sasster is learning how to belly dance and also played a trick on Ron involving the purchase of a tank (both sassy!). She also left a wonderful voicemail on Center Sasster's phone that really brightened her day and made her feel special.
Grand Vizier of the Order of Good Listeners - in her own words
Hello Supersassters,
After much thinking, soul searching and deep behavioral analysis, I have decided that the sassiest thing I have done this week is to successfully post a sassy sassterhood soliquo. In the process of attempting to log the blog, I was blogged down. My computer became a virtual bog in the world of blogs and the internet was severed in my attempt to chop through the clogged up blogged up mess I created trying to figure out the world of blogs. After frustrating my friends by continually whining for help and calling the internet support people at Mediacom to assist me as I asked questions such as... How do you turn-on this stupid thing, what is ethernet, why do I need ether to complete this task, I already feel like I am in a coma. Why do I need the IP address and where do I find it anyway, I finally closed my eyes and punched in a key at each station and whalla.... So my dear sassters I am strutting around my computer doing the sassterhood victory dance, incidentally we need a sassterhood victory dance, and celebrating my sassterly success.
-Keep on sassing.
After much thinking, soul searching and deep behavioral analysis, I have decided that the sassiest thing I have done this week is to successfully post a sassy sassterhood soliquo. In the process of attempting to log the blog, I was blogged down. My computer became a virtual bog in the world of blogs and the internet was severed in my attempt to chop through the clogged up blogged up mess I created trying to figure out the world of blogs. After frustrating my friends by continually whining for help and calling the internet support people at Mediacom to assist me as I asked questions such as... How do you turn-on this stupid thing, what is ethernet, why do I need ether to complete this task, I already feel like I am in a coma. Why do I need the IP address and where do I find it anyway, I finally closed my eyes and punched in a key at each station and whalla.... So my dear sassters I am strutting around my computer doing the sassterhood victory dance, incidentally we need a sassterhood victory dance, and celebrating my sassterly success.
-Keep on sassing.
Shining Sasster had something to say this week, and she spoke without reservation. We'll leave the rest to your imagination, but it was something that needed to be said!
Seester Sasster took her grandson to Gymboree on Thursday, and was the only grandma in the group. Since Mason weighs 21 pounds and it involved lots of lifting, swinging, etc. of the baby, she soldiered valiantly, doing everything almost as well as the 20-something moms in the group! That she's had a stiff neck since Friday may or may not have anything to do with that!
Center Sasster took gold in a hula hoop competition held at Super Sasster's house. A fierce battle between highly competent hip swinging sisters didn't scare her a bit. Notice what a gracious winner she is! (watch the whole video, it's worth it)
And now, the winner is ...
Superfood Sasster is lucky to have a sassy sweetheart. His girlfriend, Eva, got a haircut and donated her hair to Locks of Love. Before this, she had hair that fell down her back, so it was quite a change for her. As my brother told me, she didn't even know about this competition, so her motives were as pure as a unicorn. We love you, Eva!
Below is her prize - the book Girl Talk: Telling it Like it Is. Notice Betty (pictured left) whispering to Alice (pictured right), "does this book make my sass look big?"
Yes, Betty, yes it DOES.
Thanks to all who reported back with sassiness. You're probably wondering what my sassy act was, and perhaps I let you down by not following through. You see, I was tempted to post something fictional about everyone that didn't send me something sassy. For instance, I pondered telling you that Swearing Sasster got remarried and instead of a tux or standard wedding apparel, wore bright white spandex leggings and unitard, '80's aerobics style. Or that Scholarly and Stable Sasster went skinny dipping at Smithville lake. Or that Cindy Sasster the Entertainer hosted a party but instead of hors d'oeuvres she served spamwiches, cheez whiz and HoHo's. But alas, I knew there were only so many of you I could mess with without offending, and since my main goal is to get everyone in the fold of the Sassterhood (and participating!), I didn't want to risk alienating the less responsive folks. So, if I haven't heard from you in a while, give me a shout. Maybe you have some ideas for the group. I'd love to hear them! And again, thanks to everyone who sent in something sassy. It was fun to read the mix of responses - the comical, the serious, and the downright sassy.
May the sass be with you.
