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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Rave of the Day for December 28, 2010: 

Don't know if this is a true story or not, but it's hilarious either way. It was forwarded to me by Pete in 2003....


Embarrassing moment

This was sent to me and I thought you'd get a kick out of it. Supposedly, it won a $5000 prize for most embarrassing moment. Reminds me of an old Joan Rivers set of jokes....

"I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist. Early one morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me 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 already around 8:45.

"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 nightgown, 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 wash cloth into the clothes basket, put on some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room 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?' But I didn't respond.

"When the appointment was over, 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 six-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, 'Mom, 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 in it!'"

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