Over the weekend my knee started hurting. It progressed to the point that I could barely walk on it or sleep well. I went to an ortho to have things checked out and the PA pulls up my X-rays and says "it's arthritis. Does arthritis run in your family?" I laughed and then told him that my mother (70) has needed a knee replacement for about 10 years now and her mother called arthritis "ole Arthur" and had knee issues until she died at 94.
Later that day, I look at the shirt I had grabbed from the drawer that morning and said "now....y'all are just being funny." And I know my grandmother would have just laughed 😂😂.