"Fortunately, Ned was invited to a surprise party.
Unfortunately, the party was a thousand miles away.
Fortunately, a friend loaned Ned an airplane.
Unfortunately, the motor exploded.
Fortunately, there was a parachute in the airplane.
Unfortunately, there was a hole in the parachute."
Ok, here's the Ewephoric Socks version:
Fortunately, One very cold post-Thanksgiving Day, Ewephoric had on some beautiful, hand-knit wool socks .(Sub-fortunately, the color was beautiful. Sub-unfortunately, the name of the patterns was, well, unfortunate.)
Unfortunately, These lovely socks had a hole!
Fortunately, Ewephoric remembered she had extra yarn to repair it with since this yarn had been put up in a whoppingly generous skein.
Fortunately, Poem-man and I spent the day after Thanksgiving in Cold Spring, NY.
Unfortunately, Poem-man got sick of looking at antiques and at the (awfully cold, but beautiful ) view of the Hudson River, and we had to leave.
Fortunately, On the way out of the Main Street are of town we found a YARN STORE!
Unfortunately, On the way out of the Main Street are of town we found a YARN STORE!
Fortunately, The store had beautiful yarn and an appropriate sign.
Fortunately, Ewephoric does not feel compelled to repair the holey socks since she has new yarns to knit with.
Oh, well. How will the story end?