The Wash Cloth

THE WASH CLOTH
There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!

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 9:30am. 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 pyjamas, 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 clothesbasket, 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."

 

ROFL !!!!!!!!!!!!!


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