In Melbourne, one of the radio stations paid money for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This one netted the winner $3000.00.
I was due later that week for an appointment with my gynecologist when early one morning I received a phone call from his office: I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30 am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 already. The trip to his office 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 night gown, wet the wash cloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink, making sure I was presentable.
I threw the wash cloth 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 he called me in. Knowing the procedure as I'm sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over to the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little 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 breathed a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went normal, did some shopping, cleaning, the evening meal, etc.
At 8:30PM that evening, my 14 year old daughter was fixing to go to a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom asking, "Mom -- where's my wash cloth?"
I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet.
She called back, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles in it."