THE WASH CLOTH
> 
> "I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist.
> 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 
> 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 Iım 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 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, I need the one that 
> was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles in it."