Orange Is Not The New Black.


Well, I’ve finally finished Season 2 of Orange Is The New Black. That Piper girl. She’s a mess isn’t she? Don’t worry if you haven’t watched it yet, there are no spoilers here.


This post is about the police, the fashion police.

The Washington Post reported that Sheriffs in Saginaw County blame Orange Is The New Black for making orange prison jumpsuits “too cool.” We can’t have inmates being all cool and stuff. No way. The inmates now get to wear the stereotypical black and white stripe prison jumpsuits.

I guess this is a good thing. Really. Prisoners must sit around and watch Netflix all day and must be getting big heads thinking they’re all that and stuff. They must sit back and relish the envy emanating from all of us NOT in prison and NOT wearing the orange jumpsuit. Yes, I’m soooooooo jealous and think of ways to get arrested just so I can wear the cool, orange, jumpsuit. Correctional officers must be in full riot gear ready to battle fashion shows, mani/pedi parties and the like. These silly inmates are just too cool for words; therefore, it must be stopped!

I admit that I know nothing about the Saginaw County Sheriff’s Office. It’s prison system might be one of the top rehabilitation facilities in the country. Maybe their programs are so perfected that their repeat offender rate is nonexistent.


Gosh I really hope so.

If not, I’d hate to think how the money used to replace the jumpsuits could have been better spent. I don’t know, maybe it could have gone to rehabilitation programs, better healthcare, better pay for correctional officers, better prevention programs.


But thank goodness the inmates now know how cool they are NOT.


Still Here.

Geez la-weez! I have writer’s block something awful. Just wanted to let you know I’m still here. Still breathing. Mini-Me is still in her cast. The Weez is still pubescening (that might not be a word but you get it). I’m still drinking wine.

Hey, did you know that Pinterest will consider you a spammer and block you if you send over 100 pins to someone? Yeah, Mini-Me can’t drive so she’s on Pinterest and stumbled upon that rule. She’s making sure I join her in the abyss. I’m the beneficiary of all those Pinterest shares.

I think my dog, Bert, is losing his hearing. He won’t come when I call him. It takes a lot to get him to come to me. Or maybe he’s turning into one of my teenagers. He is 13 years old after all.

I have no vitamin D left in my system. I live in the south, on the coast, for a reason. I’m heliotropic and MUST. HAVE. SUN. We’ve had so much rain and cold and blah that I’m sure my body thinks I live in Chicago. If I don’t have a commitment (like work), I stay in my pjs and watch Netflix. The sun’s not out, so what’s the point.

Okay y’all. Just wanted to let you know I’m alive. Maybe I’ll write something later.