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pinkpet -> The Washcloth.............. (7/31/2007 10:49:37 AM)
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(My mom sent this to me the other day, I thought I would share it!)
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."
Never going back to that doctor ever .
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