If Orange is the New Black, then Black is the New Red! How To Escape from a Bad Dye Job
Greetings dear readers! It's back! I don't know about the rest of you, but I became addicted to Orange is the New Black (truly like heroin) last year when my daughter finally forced us to get a Roku so we could see the amazing things on NetFlix (like House of Cards ). This actually led us to several arguments because she likes Alex and I think she's a narcissistic sociopath. When I started watching, I didn't understood how it worked -- that all of the season's episodes are available at once -- and I binge-watched my way through every episode only to be shocked and nearly despondent when I realized there were no more episodes! I don't know what it is about this show that is so habit forming -- I mean, it is quite shocking, and my husband is not allowed to watch it! That's why I'll have a new season marathon while he's at work. This blog, however, has nothing to do with this or any other TV show. This is something that happened in my real lif...