I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist when early one morning I received a call from his office that I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30 am. I had only 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 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 am sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room, pretending that I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here...

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 heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

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

At 8:30 that evening my 18-year-old daughter was fixing to go to 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 the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."