The Washcloth

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THE WASH CLOTH

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

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

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 in it. "