Nearly every Sunday at church in my little geriatric ward I catch people doing double takes when they see me to make sure that the Hubster isn’t coming to church with a new woman. A few times I’ve even had the Bishop squint at me from the stand to see who it was that the Hubster had brought to church that day wondering where I was, only to realize that it was me when he saw me standing in the foyer after the meeting. There is one man in particular who is only just now starting to recognize me on a regular basis, after only 3 years. haha!! I think…