Mother decided that 10-year-old Susie should get something 'practical' for her birthday. "Suppose we open a savings account
for you?" mother suggested. Susie was delighted. "It's your account, darling," mother said as they arrived at the bank, "so  you fill out the application."
Susie was doing fine until she came to the space for 'Name of your former bank.' After a slight hesitation, she put down 'Piggy'.

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorant

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
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 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 cupboard. She replied, "No, I
need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and
sparkles saved inside it."

Life is a Journey... Enjoy the Ride.