Aaron and I met for lunch at Brasa on Saturday, as the snow blew wildly outside and the temperatures dropped to the minuses. We shared some pork and beef and some lip-smackin' sides. We both left with our hands on our stomachs, having eaten too much.

Alex was in Mexico with Margo and the boys, but we got to see Juan, who was just finishing up his shift. Scotty was there, too.

My car really impressed me as I drove it across country for the first time. Trial by fire -- blizzards and sub-zero temps tested its metal, but it came out more than fine. The salt shows up a bit much on the black body, but that will only be incentive to wash it often.