My daughter just spilled a big thing of red glitter all over the floor.

and the sweeper wont get it all up.

The Washcloth
(There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!)

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.
Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am! I had only just
packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am.
The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so 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 sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area" to
make sure I was at least presentable. I tossed the washcloth in the laundry
basket, threw on some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

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 doctor
said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.

After the appointment, 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 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom,
"Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the closet.

She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink! It has all my
glitter and sparkles saved inside it!!"

You are all wierdos!

You are all wierdos!

Imago777 said:

OMG!! I love it!!!



Hey ella!