THE WASH CLOTH

There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.

Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me

that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just

packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45

am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any

time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort

over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be

able to make the

full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the

washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick

wash in "that

area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in

the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to

my appointment. I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I

was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on

the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that

I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away. I was a little

surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this

morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond. After the appointment, I heaved

a sigh of relief and went home.



The rest of the day was normal... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc.

After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out

from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get

another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that was

here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."