Culinary Critique Gone Wrong

So there I was, fork in hand, about to dive into the lasagna my wife, Linda, made. She asked, “How is it?” My brain said, “Compliment it,” but my mouth went rogue. “Good, but not as good as my mom’s,” I said. Rookie mistake.

Instantly, I knew I messed up. The look on Linda’s face was a mix of disbelief and the kind of anger you reserve for someone who says they don’t like puppies. That night, I got familiar with the living room couch, my new sleeping quarters.

Enter my lifesaver: Zip It Lip Balm. A buddy gave it to me after hearing about my lasagna fiasco. Now, before I even think of doing a food review, I swipe the balm. It’s like a pause button for my too-honest tongue.

Life post-Zip It? Way better. Linda’s cooking? I always find something nice to say (and it turns out her lasagna is actually pretty amazing). And my new best friend, the couch? We’re seeing less of each other at night. Zip It didn’t just save my taste buds; it saved my nights from the cold, lonely couch.

Andy, West Virginia