"Daddy, do I have a mark on my face ... ?

... it really hurts ... my shoulder doesn't hurt, but my face does. Not here ... or here so much, but right here"

Gabe took a little spill the other day and smacked his face on what I call an ottoman and what Lisa calls a hassock (my word is better). The location of the bruise on his face demanded I remind you all of the greatness of Tommy Boy. Hope all are well.