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This afternoon, I had the bright honor of being invited into a hospital room, to meet the newest member of my workplace family. This beautiful new daughter is in the strong and loving arms of her big sister, who I’ve known and admired since she was not so much older herself. Their daddy works with me, as an editor and writer, making books for little children.

Over these 20-plus years, I have known and loved (and still do love!) many little babies and children who are part of my work-family. So it was really nice to be reminded today that not all families are related by blood.

I have a wonderful family to whom I’m related by ink!

This happened just seconds after I posted today’s ginnygram. And it is just too funny not to share.

Brunch began at noon today. And the Bears vs. Vikings game also began at noon today. Now, Bill and I are used to taping the game, then being on a “media blackout” until we’re home from the lake house. But this was a first attempt at a media blackout for our friend and fellow bruncher Harvey, who was a really good sport and only teased our hostess, Maria, a little bit about her timing.

Bill instructed Harvey on how to find the game on his on-screen TV guide, then simply press the red “record” button on his remote. And that’s just what Harvey did. And we all had brunch, secure in the knowledge that we could all go home, put on our sweatpants, watch the game, fast-foward through the commercials, and even pause the game for a nap, if necessary.

Right at about half-time during our recorded viewing, the phone rang. It was Harvey.

His game didn’t record. Because even though he did everything right, he doesn’t have a DVR!

So Harvey phoned Best Buy and ordered a DVR. And when the customer service representative asked if he had any other questions, Harvey said yes, he did.

“Who won the game?”

This photo is a little dark, because I just couldn’t bring myself to use the flash in the bar at the Four Seasons Hotel. Yep, just when my waistband whimpered for mercy, today I put on my dressiest muumuu and went downtown with Bill to have brunch with friends, and to toast Frances on her birthday, which was on Thursday. She called it her “Thanksbirthday,” which is way better than what I almost called it. “Birthgiving” didn’t sound like something that should happen during brunch at the Four Seasons, so I clamped my mouth shut.

Did I say I clamped my mouth shut? That was only a figure of speech. Or a lie. Because we all enjoyed a lovely and civilized four-course bruncheon, and then we pretty much went around the table and declared which diet each of us would be starting tomorrow.

I know I declared Weight Watchers, but I secretly love the 1980s way of slimming down. No, not the coffee and grapefruit diet.

High heels and shoulder pads.