Said1
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> > 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."
>
> > "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."
