> > THE WASH CLOTH > > > "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 9:30am. I had > > only 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 wash cloth 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."