The Simple Beauty of Life is Truly Funny
May 7, 2009
So when I received this in my email I could not resist to share as a thought today. Thank you Abby Zimberg for sharing!
The Washcloth..............
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 just packed everyone off to wor k and school, and it
was already around 8:45am. 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, cleaning,
cooking.
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.'
Never going back to
that doctor ever.
Ladies this has to be read, laughed at and passed on..... There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!
The Washcloth..............
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 just packed everyone off to wor k and school, and it
was already around 8:45am. 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, cleaning,
cooking.
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.'
Posted by Ann Evanston. Posted In : Thought of the Day
