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 8:45am. 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.
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.'
ROFL!!!! Sissy when I began to read the thread I thought "oh my stars, someone going to far in sharing. " Then at the end I wanted to fall out of my chair laughing. Thanks for the laugh. The ick was worth the reading. 
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