Hi, I didn't quite have all the message--at least I don't think so.
It ended like this: > At 8:30 that evening, my 14-year-old daughter was getting ready 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 > Sherri On 10/30/07, Munchie Lady <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > A Little Extra Effort! > > For all those who tend to be humiliated at the OB-GYN office ... In > Melbourne, Florida one of the radio stations paid money ($100.00 to $500.00) > for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This one netted the > winner $300.00. > > She said: I was due later that 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 AM 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 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'm sure you all do, I hopped up on the 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 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 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 getting ready 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 > > Marsha & The > Furry Fab Five > > > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
