Did you ever write a “Fortunately . . . Unfortunately” story? The first sentence starts with “fortunately”, the next with “unfortunately”, et cetera. I haven’t done this since second grade, so I apologize if the details are murky.
Our recent Chicago road trip inspired me to return to this genre. Read it and weep (or laugh):
Fotunately, we left for Chicago at 8 AM.
Unfortunately, we meant to leave at 7:30.
Fortunately, Zoe made it through the whole trip without an accident.
Unfortunately, she needed a pit stop in the middle of Minneapolis.
Fortunately, Zoe did not throw up in the car.
Unfortunately, Zoe did throw up next to the car, all over her clothes and shoes.
Fortunately, we did not get a flat tire.
Unfortunately, we did spend nearly half an hour refilling air in all four of our tires.
Fortunately, it was not winter.
Unfortunately, it was construction season.
Fortunately, Zoe was happy to relax while watching videos on her portable DVD player.
Unfortunately, this meant I listened to the same Olivia DVD over and over. And over. And over.
Fortunately, it took us less than 12 hours to get from Litchfield to Chicago.
Unfortunately, it took us 11.5.
But most, most fortunately, we made it! We arrived in time for a delicious dinner with Gram Marilyn, Papa John, and Aunt Claire. We were there for the manicures, the pedicures, the bridal luncheon, the rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner, the getting ready, the fabulous downtown photo shoot, and the wonderful wedding itself. We were there for the dancing, the celebrating, the happy tears, the Sprinkles cupcakes. It was so, so worth it.
Unfortunately, a few short days after we arrived . . . we had to drive home again.
What are some of your favorite (or least favorite) road trip memories?