A radio station routinely paid money for people to tell their most
embarrassing stories. Here was one of the winners.

I was due later that week for an appointment with the gynecologist when
early one morning I received a call from his office:

I had been
rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30am.

I had just packed everyone
off to work and school and it was around 8:45 already.

The trip usually
took about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare.

As most women
do, I'm sure, 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 dressing gown, wet the
washcloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink,
taking extra care to make sure that I was 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 only a few minutes when he called me in.

Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure all women do, I hopped up on the table,
looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or
some other place a million miles away from here.

I was surprised when he
said: "My...we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
but I didn't respond.

The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and
went home.

The rest of the day went as normal, some shopping, cleaning and
the evening meal, etc.

At 8:30 that evening my 14 year old daughter was getting ready for a
school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my
washcloth?"

I called back for her to get another from the cabinet.

She called back, "No, I need that one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and
sparkles in it."