Awwww, ya look beautiful in yer wrath....

One should never give ones opponents, (or potential opponents,) weapons.
And yet, watching the worst performance ever of one of his idols, I shared with Himself that if I were ever furious, he would be able to completely diffuse the situation, I would be helpless to remain angry if he were to emote, like John Wayne playing Ghengis Kahn, "Awwww, ya look beautiful in yer wrath...."

I dash home between Masses this morning to try and change into something cooler, (90 blank!#!#!$!%!^!ing degrees as we start the second week in October!!$#!^!&!!,) and grab a drink and the air conditioning is on, and the back door is WIDE OPEN.
"Oh, fer pete's sake, the d..."
But there's this bouquet of roses (the K of C was selling them to raise money for pro-Life activities,) and I start to melt.
And he says, "There's a note..."
And it says, "Awwww, ya look beautiful in yer wrath...." and I find myself laughing so hard I can barely make it back to the next mass, much less stay ticked off because he's been running up our electricity bill by air-conditioning the Great outdoors.

I love Himself....