Holy Holes, Batman!
Don’t know why I am writing about this. I was just thinking about it last night when I was trying to fall asleep. Instead of counting sheep, I counted all the holes I had in me after my transplant surgery. I’m sure Rivergirl will classify this as TMI, so I’ll give you that warning right now. Only proceed if you are wholly interested in my holes. When I woke up from my transplant surgery I had a number of things…