I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist when early one morning I received a call from his office.

I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30 am.

I had just packed everyone off to school and it was 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 I was presentable.

I threw the washcloth in the clothesbasket, 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'm sure you all do, I hopped up onthe table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from there.

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 was 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 14-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!!!