Rose-Colored Glasses For The Perpetually Classless

(My husband is scraping the ice off of the windshield of our car, while I am sitting inside of it. He takes off his glove and draws a heart shape in the frost on the window with his finger. After he finishes scraping, he gets back into the car.)

Me: “Awww, thanks for the romantic heart drawing!”

Husband: “Oh…well, they were supposed to be balls.”