You think it's easy being married to the son of God? She has to listen to him rage all night long about how he came to Earth as a savior for his children, "And look how they repaid me! Nailed to a cross, I mean who DOES that?" Not to mention how pissed he gets every time he tries to pay a parking meter and the change tumbles through his stigmata onto the ground. She deserves a belt or two, and with an outfit like that she can hide a whole case of booze if she wants. In closing, religion is lies. Alcohol is truth.