Soup Burns and Basketball-Head

I was going to blog a super-serious/heartwarming autism blog today, but then I suffered a grievous soup injury to my hand and it just doesn't have it in it for that kind of typing this evening (fall is a dangerous time, yo, all those bubbling soups and pumpkin lattes and mulled wines and whatnot). I may never recover (or, you know, I'll be mostly fine in about a day...).

Soup kills!

Anyway...so my goal for this week is for the Boog to stay out of the ER. For some reason, Thanksgiving week/weekend is the week his system always decides to go all catawumpus and he gets some sort of bizarre illness. My guess is he takes the Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls view of the holiday and is simply trying to remind us what happened to the Native Americans after that fabled feast:

Luke Danes: Shouldn't we give thanks first?
Jess Mariano: Thanks for what?
Luke Danes: Well, that we're not Native Americans who got their land stolen in exchange for smallpox infested blankets.
Lorelai: Amen.

Last year, he decided to have a completely random and unexpected allergic reaction to penicillin the second or third time he'd been on it and spend the weekend impersonating a basketball.

When you look at my giant, bloated head, think of Squanto.

The previous year was less impressive, but fairly miserable as well as he had some sort of bronchitis/sinus infection combo.

So, this year, as you sit down to your turkey and pie, think a good thought for the Boog and his wonky immune system. Or, you know, just give thanks that your head isn't the size and shape of a basketball. The Boog will appreciate either.