Aussies!

The house across the street from le maison du Chipper has officially sold and I just met the new neighbours. I use the commonwealth spelling because the new neighbours hail from Australia. Had a chat with Paul and Lisa this afternoon, Sydneysiders both they have recently relocated to Mil-ee-wah-kay. This is presumably so they can learn cheese-making secrets that they can take back to Oz and use to start a ranch full of lactating kangaroos. FYI, this may be the first time that the phrase “lactating kangaroo” has appeared in non-marsupiological (if it isn’t a word I’m making it so) context. Somebody should google that and see what they come up with. (it may be best not to do this at work)

I am excited about this development because it is my experience that Aussies and Kiwis are an overtly friendly bunch and they also make good drinking buddies. Perhaps I will get invited over for a barbecue, and a pavlova. Later we can drink some cans of bitter while we watch the footy. Then we can listen to the kookaburras sing while we go a waltzing Matilda down by the billabong. Seriously it’s cool to have new people here in the centre of the Murray Hill-Lake Park-North Avenue-UWM metropolitan area who aren’t some U-dub yahoos straight off the turnip truck (AKA Elkhorn, and this is in no way directed at those living in the basement apartment of the building)