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
there was a cancellation and the 9:30am appointment was available. I
took it. 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
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 such glamorous 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!!!".

Now wait for it......., this is too funny not to be true!!!)

She yelled, " I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
'glitter and sparkles' saved inside it."