Glitter Wash rag (long version)
> "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 9:30 am 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.
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> 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.
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> So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, 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
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> I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc.
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> 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.
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> She replied, "No! I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."