A joke for all us women...
Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 8:49 am
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 8:45 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 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, cooking, etc.
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."
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 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, cooking, etc.
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."