Me: “Hi Honey, it’s me.”

Hubby: “Hey Tray, what’s up?”

Me: “I just got back from the orthopedist about my knee and I wanted to let you know what he said.”

Hubby: “OK. What’s the verdict.”

Me: “He thinks I have a torn, um… a torn, um… shoot! I can’t remember what it’s called.”

Hubby: “What does it sound like?”

Me: “Umm. Oh, I know. It’s a torn Nabisco.”

Hubby: “You have a torn cookie company?”

Me: “No. That’s not right. Let me think. I have a torn… Spartacus?”

Hubby: “That would be an ancient Greek hero.”

Me: “OK. Hang on a second. It is a torn Hibiscus.”

Hubby: “I don’t think that’s it.”

Me: “No?”

Hubby: “A hibiscus is a flower.”

Me: “Well I know it sounds like hibiscus.”

Hubby: “How about Meniscus.”

Me: “Yes!!! It is a Meniscus! That’s it!!”

Hubby: “OK. you have a torn Meniscus. That’s not good.”

Me: “Well the doctor said it could be worse.”

Hubby: “How’s that?”

Me: “At least it’s not my Godzilla.”

Hubby: “Patella.”

Me: “Right.”

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