The Washcloth


There is not a woman alive today who won’t appreciate this one!

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 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.”

Oops!

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