> > >
> > > "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 9:30am.
> > >
> > > 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 to take a bath or a shower.
> > > As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort
> > > concerning my 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 washing 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
> > >>saved inside it."
> > >
Love that one, too. Thanks, Little Chick!