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
there was a cancellation and the 9:30am appointment was available. I took it. 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 was not 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
clothesbasket, 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 such glamorous 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 six 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!!!". She yelled, " I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
glitter and sparkles saved inside it!"