On the morning of New Year's Eve, I made myself a big plate of hashbrowns. They just sounded so good! I gobbled them up (and of course, shared a few tidbits with the dogs), and then got in the shower. I started feeling kind of "weird" while I was in the shower, but I thought nothing of it. By the time I finished showering, I just knew I was going to throw up. Steve ran into the bathroom when he heard me throwing up and he was nice enough to hold my hair out of the way and put a cold washcloth on my neck. I was crying, because I HATE to throw up, but Steve was very comforting. That was the last time I ate hashbrowns!
We went to our best friend's house for a party that night, and I just could not stay awake! I kept head-bobbing while I was watching Steve beat all his friends at "Crossbows & Catapults." I finally went into our friends' bedroom and fell asleep. I woke up just before midnight, went out and said happy New Year, and then went back in and fell asleep. What a start to the New Year!