>> I was due for an appointment with the gynaecologist 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 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 just 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, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get
>> another one from the closet.
>> She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had
>> all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
>> I was due for an appointment with the gynaecologist 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 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 just 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, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get
>> another one from the closet.
>> She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had
>> all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."