Family

So here I am, sipping hot coco while it's raining, wondering what to blog about. Lately, it's been raining so hard I could hop in a boat and row down the street. So maybe I should just inform you about my life.
 Let's start off with my dad. He's a suburban farmer. He grows things in pickle buckets in our back yard. Last year, he had the oh so clever idea that worm compost would help his plants. Next thing you know, FedEx leaves a package of one thousand worms on our doorstep. No one supported this decision, but he did it anyway. Now I'm known as the girl whose father grows worms.
Then there's my mom. One word to describe her: Awesome. She's the kind of mom who enforces rules but is laid back at the same time. She's always there when I need her. I don't know how she stands her class. She teaches perfectly normal (read: mentally insane) two-year-olds.
And of course my sister. She is my third parent. She always reminds me to do things I would never forget. She constantly tries to deliberately send me over the edge. I have few gray hairs just because of her. But I love her to death anyway.
Well, that's all.