NWR: The Washcloth
Someone sent me this & am literally on the floor laughing
The Washcloth
For the Ladies...... this has to be read, laughed at and passed on. 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 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 hi s 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
The Washcloth
For the Ladies...... this has to be read, laughed at and passed on. 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 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 hi s 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
