God's Best Work

Dear Father God,
Please be advised that I overwhelmingly approve of your handy work. It has come to my attention that you made man in your image and likeness but you really hit a home run on your second time at bat. When you made women you totally outdid yourself.
Of course it only makes sense. In my experience building stuff, the second prototype affords the opportunity to refine all the parameters; usually the first one has bugs in it. For example: testosterone or whiskers, which have no apparent use, other than to get man into trouble. Nevertheless, I am totally thrilled by your best work...women. I like the wiggle when they walk and the giggle when they talk. Their hair, their face, their voice…it’s poetry in motion…they are pleasing to the eye and they warm the heart. Everything is in the right place…they have a special symmetry and balance…a certain “je ne sais quoi”.
Detroit’s best work was the ‘57 Chevy. Your best work is women. And the very best part is the one you picked for me. I will be eternally grateful for that bit of Devine providence. I just wanted to drop you this short note to let you know, but I guess you already know that.
Sincerely Yours,

Your “not so” faithful servant