No I’m not going to talk about the Bates-Jensen Wound Assessment Tool or the Blue Water Area Transit system. I guess I might be referencing a Bunny With A Toolbelt slightly. But what I’m really writing about today is my BWAT: Besty With A Testy.
Most of my life, I’ve had more close friends who were male than female. And if I were to pass anytime soon, my male friend count would likely outnumber my female friend count at my funeral. I’ve had times where I’ve felt a little odd about this fact. Not really sure why though. Maybe just because it isn’t the “norm.” But heck, what parts of my life do fit in the mould? Not too many.
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