Renaissance Festival....it still remains a mystery to me.

 Futless is what I am today. I love that word, my friend Heidi used that word awhile back and I adopted it as my own. Today I am futless, I want to craft, but I don't. I want to clean, but I don't. I want to cook dinner, but I don't. I want to start a new project, but I don't. So here I am all futless. I think a big part of it was that we just got back from an exhausting weekend at the Renaissance Festival. Word to the wise, if you don't get why people dress up in kilts and address people as m'lady....don't go. Save the money. I was surrounded by them and at one point I even felt that I needed to buy a wench outfit. Luckily I held back. A turkey leg, a sword fight, and a severe case of food poisoning later. We were home. Oh and another word to the wise. Don't eat concession stand fish. My mom learned that valuable lesson. On one positive note....the kids loved it.  Since I am feeling futless and all, I will leave you with some of my favorite pics from the festival.