Fancy, Feisty, Frisky.

You know when you just got home from work and its 1 am on a friday night, and you have to be at work at 11 am Saturday morning for brunch and your hair has been in a braid for 3 weeks straight because you don’t have time to do anything else with it and you literally had to crawl to the shower on your hands and knees this morning because your back hurt so bad you couldn’t stand up and you desperately wish that the black and blue-ish circles under your eyes getting darker by the day were just last nights make up and you don’t sleep through the night anymore because every 3 hours you wake up and remember something else that needs to get made tomorrow and you have nightmares about your order not coming in or the vendor forgot the pineapples AGAIN and now it’s saturday and you can’t get any in until monday and you don’t remember what a 10 hours work day is like because for the past 2 months its been 12+ hours but for all of this your chef gave you a huge raise, a pat on the back, an official company email, and a embroidered chef coat with your name on it and you couldn’t be happier so you decide to get on your blog and write the biggest run-on sentence in the history of forever about it?