I'm taking sparkles to my next appointment in a couple of weeks.
That's what I was thinking too.I'm taking sparkles to my next appointment in a couple of weeks.
Omigosh! I laughed until I was coughing and I read it to my husband and I thought he was going to hurt himself laughing.
As it turns out, I have my "annual" appointment in a couple of weeks and my doc has come to expect a stellar joke from me. Boy, do I have a beaut for him this time. Yeah!!!!!!!!
Thanks, Snip!
I'm taking sparkles to my next appointment in a couple of weeks.
Snip may have started a new trend
You go girls! Of all the people in the world I think your OBG's need sparkle the most
I disagree. I think proctologists need it way more than ObGyns. Some Febreze might be a good idea too.
You go girls! Of all the people in the world I think your OBG's need sparkle the most
So Andy, next time you go, are you going to put sparkles?I disagree. I think proctologists need it way more than ObGyns. Some Febreze might be a good idea too.
Yes I did. It was great. I was just about to comment to that effect.I'll never be able to top the Sparkles will I? No one even noticed the Middle wife joke I posted on the previous page lol!
I'll never be able to top the Sparkles will I? No one even noticed the Middle wife joke I posted on the previous page lol!
Snip 13 said:This nearly made me pee my pants lol!
[*]The Washcloth - warning - gynecologist joke
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 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 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 went home. The rest of the day was normal ... some shopping, cleaning, cooking. 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 cupboard. She replied, 'No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.'
Never going back to that doctor . Ever.
Glitter
Ermmmm