The Renaissance festival

Every year in February and March there is a Renaissance festival two hours north of our home. We had fun at the festival and were glad that Chris had the day off and could join us. As always the petting zoo was our favorite, but the shows were entertaining too...not to mention the people in the crowd. [I discovered that what "Renaissance" means to me (and in any history book) is not what it means to others. To most females it means an excuse to show as much cleavage as possible. To others it means to dress Gothic, dress like a pirate, or dress like a wizard in Harry Potter. Pretty much everyone who dressed up would have been hung if they had actually lived in Renaissance times.]

Here are some pictures from our adventure:

Ella LOVED that she met a real live fairy!

An older couple walked by and thought our kids were the cutest ever. They gave us a crown for them to share. All hail king Eli.

Ella was happy to dance with the fairies.

Yes, I paid money to ride this pirate ship with my children. Weeeeeee.

This ride was free. Hooray!

The key to a happy marriage

I cannot handle anything fattier than skim milk. I was raised on fat free and I love it. When forced to drink 1%, or -heaven forbid- 2% I choose to go without. I can't even handle it in my cereal.

Phew. Now that that is off my chest I would like to mention that my husband doesn't particularly like skim milk. But he does like me. So for the past seven years we have had a happy marriage with fat free milk in our fridge. His only respite from what he refers to as white water was a couple of months in Saint Louis when we discovered 1/2% milk--then that disappeared from the shelves and we were back to skim.

Now to my current sacrifice for love...

Chris recently discovered a milk called Skim Supreme. I had sent him on a milk run and he claimed that they were all out of skim milk (totally believable, right?) so he bought Skim Supreme instead. This milk is fat free with additives that make it thicker for those who miss the thickness of fatty milks without making it any fattier. Tada! Just what my husband needs: a fat free milk that doesn't taste like white water.

Do I like this new Skim Supreme? Well, I don't not like it. I can tell a difference in the texture that weirds me out since I know that the additive is a seaweed. It's just not normal. I liked the thinness of my old skim milk.

And now we arrive at the part of my post where I answer the question, What is the key to a happy marriage? It is me choosing to buy this weird Skim Supreme milk because I don't hate it and my husband loves it. After seven years it is my turn to compromise for the one I love.

I love you Chris.

(Skim Supreme is also called Super Skim or
Skim Plus depending on the brand you buy.)