Inspecting your siblings’ tanned crevasses, plotting to steal sand for a very questionable home medical treatment, slowly turning your godson into a pirate: Amy Sedaris says she hasn’t made any summer plans, and yet her summer is filled with the exact anecdotes you’d expect from a Sedaris. It’s probably genetic. Think about it: What are you doing this summer? Going to the beach like normal? Sure, you’re not going to accidentally bring home 50 pounds of crab eggs that way, but still. Maybe live a little.