she shoots from the hip

(photo by Christine Chitnis)

One of the many things I admire about Christine is her take-no-prisoners style.
Unlike East Coast elementary schools where classes in faux diplomacy, denial and passive aggressive communication is de rigeur, it appears that kids growing up in Michigan are exempt from such offerings.

It is bracing and, like a mist of face toner in the morning, most refreshing to share space with someone who speaks her mind clearly and succintly.

“Elizabeth,” she says after the third day of a stare-down with Henry who most obstinately insisted on moping beside her bed. “I love you, but your dogs are needy and spoiled.”

Oh my god– I may have permenantly damaged a kidney, I laughed so hard.

Truth, when delivered straight up with no chaser, is quite the tonic.

Why was Henry moping, you may ask– well, his version of the story was that Christine came and took over his queen bed. Our take is that Henry needs to get over himself– and remember that he is a dog.

Either way– nothing like a Michigan girl to set your household to right.

(And, if you want a glimpse of my digs through her camera– click on her link above– damn if she can’t make a wall of tools look cool).

Bisous, E