sherlock holmes

sherlock holmesWatching: Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp and Sherlock Holmes

These two TV series are pretty different, but I couldn’t love them more.

If you enjoy Wet Hot America Summer (the movie), The State, or silly comedy in general, you will love Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp. The cast is great: Amy Poehler, Paul Rudd, Bradley Cooper, John Hamm and more. The plot is hilarious: It’s a prequel to the movie that gives some (really funny) back story. If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s basically a summer camp parody that most people will be able to relate to, even while laughing at the over-the-top way it’s portrayed. It’s stupid funny in the best possible way.

Sherlock Holmes is also really funny, but much more subtle. It’s a clever and quick modern adaptation of Arthur Conan Doyle’s stories. Benedict Cumberbatch (WTF crush worthy for sure) and Martin Freeman make a really good team as Sherlock and Dr. Watson and, even though the episodes are about 90 minutes long, my husband and I are completely rapt. If you haven’t watched this show yet, go do it now!


Eating: peaches

I was moseying through BJs the other day (as one does) and noticed a little container of organic peaches. Since I had promised myself I was going to find my way back to the healthy eating zone I lived in before summer vacation, I threw them in my cart.

And, sweet baby Jesus, they are delicious. And so juicy. The kind of juicy that runs down your chin and your arm, leaving a sticky trail of evidence, except you don’t care because man that peach is good.

The girls and I are going apple and peach picking with my sister and her kids tomorrow and I plan on hoarding all of the peaches.

rainbow loom wrist

Wearing: a wristful of Rainbow Loom bracelets

During the last week or two of summer, everything we own was getting boring. I made the girls clean their room and there, in the back of the closet, was Samantha’s dusty old Rainbow Loom. Cue a few days of manic Finger Olympics and I am the proud owner of an arm decorated in brightly colored rubber bands.

Listening to: Vance Joy

Specifically Riptide. This cute little Australian fella opened up for Taylor Swift when we saw her back in July and I kind of loved him. He was exactly the sort of guy my friend Meaghan and I would have followed around in college, going to all of his shows within driving distance.

I just can’t tell you if any of his other songs are good because I can’t stop listening to this one!

Reading: The Good Girl and Gone Girl

We just finished reading The Good Girl for our virtual book club—and it was good. Suspenseful in a way that pulls you in and holds you tightly in its clutches, it’s the story of Mia Dennett, a rich girl with a powerful father who leaves a bar with a handsome stranger and vanishes. With twists and turns and all sorts of emotional entanglements, it has been compared to Gone Girl, which I somehow still hadn’t read.

So when I was done with The Good Girl (still OMGing at the completely unexpected ending), I started right in on Gone Girl—and loved every second of it. The writing was so good and the story kept me wondering until the very end. I really didn’t want it to end.

I understand the obvious comparisons between the two books, but I honestly didn’t find them to be all that similar. If you’ve read both, I’d be interested in hearing what you think.

Dreaming of: never-ending summer

Sure just last week I was pulling my hair out and wondering if I would survive until the morning that big yellow bus rolled down the street. But, now that it has, I won’t lie to you. I’m totally sad. I want my girls back and I want impromptu summer excursions. And I really, really don’t want fall to bleed into winter.

Although as soon as the heat breaks here in the northeast, I’m sure I’ll start with the zomg!pumpkinspice!sweaters!boots!candles!HOLIDAAAAAYS!

For now though, I’m just going to let myself be grumpy.

What are you obsessing over right now?

Written by Jennifer Garry
Jen is a freelance writer and girl mom from New York. When she's not knee-deep in glittery crafts and girl talk, you can probably find her sprawled across her couch in the middle of a Netflix marathon with dark chocolate smeared on her face. The struggle is real.