The Washcloth!

This came through today, and for all my lady readers, this is for you. There is not a woman alive today who wont crack up over this! Typed as received. (The tense of the text has been pointed out, and it's NOT me!)


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 re-scheduled for that morning at 9.30am.

I had only just packed everyone off to work/school and was running close.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I didn't have time to make the full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, wet the washcloth next to the sink, and washed the area in question. I threw the washcloth in the laundry basket, dressed, hopped in the car and raced off.

Once in the examination room, knowing the procedure, I hopped on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris. 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.

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 that one that was by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved in it."

Never going to that doctor again. EVER !