THE WASH CLOTH I was due for an appt w/the gynecologist later in the week, but early on Monday morning, I received a call from this office to tell me that my appt had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:20 a.m. I had just packed everyone off to work & school it was already around 8:45 a.m. Since the trip to his office would take about 35 minutes, 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 setting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I then threw the washcloth in the hamper, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appt. 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 Doc said, "My, we've made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond. After the exam, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal........some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school when my 6 yr 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."