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The Washcloth - One for The Ladies

  • 12-04-2006 8:37am
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    xzanti
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    I was due for an appointment with the gynaecologist 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, 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."


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