Lactose Has Been Shot

I have some terrible news.  Lactose has been shot.  He’s still in surgery.  The doctors say he’ll survive, but he may not want to.  They apprehended the shooter at the scene.  It was one Sven Keirkegaaard, a Scandanavian nationalist and part of a left wing, extremist fundamentalist atheist group.  I blame Sarah Palin.  She is soooo drabulous.  Her outfits made Lactose beat me on many occasions.

It happened as he was being transferred.  As they were moving him from the maximum security lockdown to the Cesna that was going to take him to GITMO for interrogation, a shot rang out in the Memphis sky.  Shot his butt clean off.  Oh the humanity!   Dirty Scandi!

Lactose would want me to note that while shooting him, Sven was swathed in a dreadful little goth ninja number that was soooo 2009. 

I’ll keep you appraised as the situation develops.

Pray to Tyra for him. 

Uncle Lactose's Interior Decorating For Dummies

Well, dip me in lavender and sprinkle me in glitter, but it's time for another lactation-inducing edition of Uncle Lactose's Interior Decorating Tips, where I look at the best and worst of modern interior design and mock it all to my heart's content.  Like this silly little number below.

Saw this little setup at Julio's Casa del Amore the other morning, and only one thought came to mind: the only thing Julio must treasure more than his prized collection of blue and white pottery are the framed drawings of his prized collection of blue and white pottery.  Then, when he served me up the tray of orange flowers, I realized that I had probably over stayed my welcome.