Hugging the toilet

I've heard this phrase many a time but I always thought it was a little absurd. Yes, when one vomits one usually bends over the toilet, may even press his or hands on the floor or on one side of the porcelain...but hugging? Nah, don't be so dramatic. Until last night. I hugged, I hugged my grandmother's toilet hard while each and every bit of food that has entered my mouth over the past 3 years came heaving out. Before I make you sick I'll quit but this post is also an apology. A friend from Blacksburg (Hi Aurora!) said she'd like to hear more about my business on my blog. And I was supposed to do that yesterday but I actually had business to conduct (the better to write about, actually having it) and then the whole toilet hugging episode. So, thanks for being interested! And when I have the equivalent of a tenth of a joule (Georgia will so make fun of me for trying to quote high school sciene), I'll write about the exciting world that is being a pet detective.