THE WASHCLOTH
>
 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.
>
> 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."
>
> NEVER EVER GOING BACK TO THAT DOCTOR. EVER