Hilarous story... (warning... girl stuff!)

I have been making cotton washcloths for Hannah and for a swap I'm in. While searching for some new patterns I ran across this story... Put your coffee cups down!

THE WASH CLOTH

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. A few days before that 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 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 was over, 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 cupboard.


She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."