WASH CLOTH BY SANDRA PASILLAS
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 gynecologist later in the
afternoon
and that morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
that
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 35minutes, so I didn't have time to spare.
As most woman 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, 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."
posted by Caralampio @ 12:46 p.m.
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