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"Hey, where'd you put my diaper bag?"

Hubs froze where he was standing in the kitchen, then stared at me. "I left it at the gym!" he exclaimed.

"And now it's closed," I said. "Oh well, I guess we'll just have to pick it up tomorrow." I heaved a big sigh. "You're lucky my wallet and my iPod weren't in there," I said. "Sometimes they are."

"So," I asked Hubs on the phone while I was in San Francisco last month. "Does Punky miss me?"

"Not really," Hubs said. "But you know how they are."

"She hasn't asked about me?"

"Nope. She's been really busy, though."

"Let me talk to her."

Dear Friend,

Thank you for telling my husband you're single again, and for informing him that the reason you wanted him to know was that I supposedly told you at a party a couple of months ago that I knew a bunch of "hot, single guys" I could set you up with.

Sure, I've spoken of my favorite band often here on my little ol' site. But you will have to forgive me, I haven't told my readers the real truth behind my affection for the Christian rockers, Third Day.

You may have heard the rumors or you may have seen the blurry paparazzi photos. Forgive me for hiding the real story behind the band.

Sure, I've spoken of my favorite band often here on my little ol' site. But you will have to forgive me, I haven't told my readers the real truth behind my affection for the Christian rockers, Third Day.

I'll admit, I used to do it all the time.

"Do you remember the names of Columbus's three ships?" Hubs would gently prod my then eight-year-old back in the days when I was a desperately eager, brand-spanking-new stepmom.

"I do!" I'd say excitedly. "The Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria!" Hubs would sigh and give me a look over my stepdaughter's head.

Returning to a BlogHer-free life in which I'm not being introduced to some guy who takes pictures of Silicon Valley bigwigs naked in the desert (surely I heard that wrong), random people are not running up to me and reciting random portions of my blog by heart, and I'm not bei