Franklin Covey Morning-time family

In the magical land of Never-wanna-wake-up, in the small town of Oh-Crap-it's-Friday-and-I-have-to-go-to-work-today, Frumparella finally rolled herself out of bed.
She ran a comb through her scraggly hair which did little, brushed her teeth (thank heavens) and put on clothes, all in 4.6 minutes.

Then she was out the door. Cold, tired, and full of a fun traveling companion she liked to call that d*@n headache.

When she arrived at work, cold, tired and still dragging along her favorite companion, she threw herself down into her familiar black swivel chair and was met immediately with "Oh hi! How are you feeling? I hope you feel better, you didn't have to come today." And another, "How's your headache? You didn't have to come today, go home."

Today, Frumparella is SO grateful for her Franklin Covey Morning-time family. It's like having three mothers, a sister, and a distant cousin she only gets to see for 30 minutes a day. It's awesome.

They're caring, funny, emotionally involved, and their happiness is highly contagious. Frumparella may be wearing 30 hair pins, a blue headband, an old pink sweater, and worn out sandals, but they still love her. And she's grateful for that acceptance.