THE WASH CLOTH
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>There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!
>
>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 8:45 am.
>The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to
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>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 pyjamas, 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 way.
>
>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, "Mummy, 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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