There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this
The Wash Cloth
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the afternoon and that morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30am.
I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35minutes, so I didn't have time to spare.
As most woman 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."
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The Wash Cloth
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the afternoon and that morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30am.
I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35minutes, so I didn't have time to spare.
As most woman 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."
l
