When Wilzie picked me up from work yesterday, he announced that he made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.
The entire ride home was filled with “ball” talk:
“I got saucy balls waiting at home for you.”
“I was going to try a white sauce, but I don’t know how I feel about creamy balls.”
“I thought about adding some coconut milk and ginger to Thai up my balls.”
“I crumbled the old pretzel buns, so my balls may actually be kind of crumby.”
“I hope you’re hungry, because you are going to be putting some big, meaty balls in your mouth.”
Me: “So you spent a good part of your day rolling balls in your hands?”
My husband…he may not be classy, but he sure has some tasty balls.