Rainy days call for…Jaws?

Yesterday was a dreary, cold, rainy day in Malvern. And let’s be honest, whenever it’s a dreary, cold, rainy day all I feel like doing is staying in sweats and snuggling up under a warm blanket with a hot cup of coffee. Some rainy days I don’t have this option, but luckily today, after Stuart and I got some work done (that’s right, no slacking on support even on rainy days!) we decided to relax a bit and watch a movie.

So of course, I decided it was the perfect time to introduce him to one of my all time favorite movies, “Jaws.” He’d never seen it! Can you believe it?! I couldn’t. So we fixed that.

I’m not sure Stuart enjoyed it as much as I did, and maybe it’s one of those movies that seems a lot more real when you’re younger, and then once older you know it’s a mechanical shark and it kind of takes all the fun (and fright) out of it. Plus, the cinematography is nowhere as good as it is today…and let’s be honest, it’s just plain cheesy. But I don’t care, it’ll always be a fave.

I still remember every detail of the night I first watched Jaws. I was probably around 10 years old, and even though my parents told me it was too scary for me to watch, I pleaded and pleaded and swore I was old enough. (Don’t judge my parents, I can be pretty persuasive.) And, besides, my big brother was watching it, so if he could handle it so could I. WRONG.

I’m pretty sure for most of the movie I hid behind a pillow, curled up on my dad’s lap. But I saw enough. I can STILL remember the details of the┬ácrazy nightmare that caused me to wake up in a sweat that night…that of course I kept revisiting every time I fell asleep. Seriously, who remembers dreams from when they were 10?

Oh and did I mention we were at my grandmother’s lake house in New Hampshire that week? Well, we were. And yes, I knew sharks didn’t inhabit fresh water lakes. But did it matter? No. I was petrified to go in the water for the rest of the week. Even on my uncle’s boat, I was terrified Jaws would jump up on the boat and chow down on me like he did Quint.

Clearly I was a little traumatized. But nevertheless, Jaws is still one of my favorites…even if it makes me sad every time I watch it, when Pipin the dog ends up as Jaws’ noon day snack.

What are some of your favorite rainy-day activities?