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HOPE THIS CHEERS YOU LADIES UP - SORRY COREY
The Wash Cloth
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist 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
8:45am.
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 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.
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.'
Never going back to that doctor. Ever!
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The Wash Cloth
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist 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
8:45am.
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 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.
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.'
Never going back to that doctor. Ever!
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love them, specially the washcloth one 
