oxoxallyoxox
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The Facecloth
>
> 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 a smear with the doctor 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 pyjamas, wet the facecloth 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 facecloth 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 7 year old daughter was playing, she
> called out from the bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my facecloth?'
> 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 saved inside it.'
>
> NEVER going back to that doctor ever!!
>
> 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 a smear with the doctor 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 pyjamas, wet the facecloth 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 facecloth 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 7 year old daughter was playing, she
> called out from the bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my facecloth?'
> 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 saved inside it.'
>
> NEVER going back to that doctor ever!!
