THE WASH CLOTH
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.
But early on Monday morning, I received a call from his office to tell
me that my appointment had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30AM.
I had just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was
already around 8:45 AM. Since the trip to his office would take
about 35 minutes,
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 then threw the washcloth in the hamper, 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've made an
extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.
After the exam, 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 saved inside it.
2007-08-16
08:51:12
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10 answers
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asked by
stefani h
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