Gloopy Love

(I’ve just finished making macaroni with bacon for dinner. It comes out a bit gooey.)

Me: *showing him my plate of food* “Well, I made glop for dinner. Want some glop?”

(He doesn’t respond, so I assume he doesn’t want any. I get a couple bites into dinner, and he suddenly turns to look at the table.)

Husband: “Hey, where’s my glop?”