Meet Jessica Rowley, pregnant schismatic in a tacky chasuable.
I don’t know what is sadder… Her delusions, or the fact I recognize the chasuable as being the same tacky variety spotted every sunday at the parish where I went to school as a kid.
Come home, Mrs. Rowley. And put that awful poncho away – it is embarassing enough when real priests don them. Why do that to yourself?
Mazal tov on the bundle of joy.