Evidently a true story!
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 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 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."