What we love about living in the Rabbit Hutches

...title inspired by Jess, and it perfectly describes our living arrangements. After telling her about our 'eventful' night about two weeks ago, she thought it was hilarious and said I should blog about it, so here I am. warning: this may be too much information for some.

So here it goes,

Why we love about living in the rabbit hutches:

1. living in VERY close quarters with our neighbors (much like rabbits in a hutch, not much privacy for the poor creatures.)

2. Over populated 'community' with way too many crying offspring

3. Having to listen to our neighbors getting it on

4. Hearing our neighbors alarm clocks at 6am that they cannot wake up to

5. Listening to the crying, as mentioned above, at 3am for an hour

'nuff said. Oh, and not to mention, numbers 3-5 happened all in one night. it was the worst night of our lives. I wanted to pierce my ear drums. That night I was SO mad and annoyed by not getting enough sleep, that when the alarm clock went off at 6am for several minutes on a Sunday morning I yelled out the window, "Turn..it..OOOOFFF!!!!"

needless to say, they did.

Funny, eh? I know, immature, but I like telling that part of the story cause it makes people laugh, and we are now able to laugh about it too.

There are other things that have been ridiculous about living here, but it would be rude of us if we didn't admit that we really are grateful to be living here...because it is heck of a lot cheaper to live here, and also because it is so close to campus, (well, technically on campus, really.)

P.S. Do you want to know what happened tonight? Heaven forbid that we had some friends over, and we would be a little loud, (c'mon, it's Halloween night!) Well, when our friends were on their way out the door, apparently (I was inside and didn't see it happen) the wife next door came storming out of her apt, glared at our friends, so one of them asked nicely, "were we being loud?" Her reply was "Um...YES." then she rolled her eyes, marched back to her apt, and slamed the door behind her.

Real cool. How old are we?

A polite confrontation would of worked just fine for us. (You know, I'm a pro, because I'm studying stuff like this...)

Things like that are just annoying, especially since we are always so quiet and considerate. I would understand if we were loud and obnoxious all the time, but whatever.

UGH.

Ok, enough of our sob story and complaining

So there you have it, Part 2 of, "A day in the life of living in TVA housing."