When you live with teenagers....

..... Things are bound to get a little crazy. DJ and I had to be out of our old apartment this past Tuesday, and our new place in my parents' basement isn't completed yet. SO... We moved in to the space that IS completed, but are kinda living WITH my family.... which is something none of us EVER wanted, but such is life I suppose. Our bedroom downstairs is finished (and currently looking like it belongs on the show 'Hoarding: Buried Alive' because of all our stuff we have piled in here waiting to be put in other rooms of the house... yikes...) and the bathroom is (mostly) finished. My family has been very accommodating, which we're grateful for, and we're all hoping it only lasts a a short time.

Now, there is a story to be told here, I just needed to give some background. Last night DJ, Matt and I watched a movie and afterwards I really wanted to go get a Slurpee. My mom started pulling containers out of her cupboard, telling us it was cheaper to get a refill than a normal Slurpee. So I took the cup that I always took as a kid, DJ took a hospital mug, and my mom got a big water bottle. DJ told Matt he'd pay for his Slurpee if he got a refill in a 32 oz. peanut jar. Naturally, Matt had no problem with this:

Then things REALLY started getting out of control. My dad suggested Zach try to get a refill in a HUGE mixing bowl. We're talking like 2 gallons. I was begging him not to cause I was embarrassed, but he's a 17 year old boy so of course he took the challenge. The 4 of us went down to the sev, and we made Zach wait in the car while Matt, DJ and I got our drinks. The lady looked at the peanut jar a little weirdly, but then told us it was so good of us to be doing our part to save the environment by getting refills. We got back in the car and let Zach go in for the big one... and man I haven't laughed that hard in a LONG LONG time. It took him FOREVER to get the thing filled up, and when he plopped that big bowl on the counter, we couldn't stop laughing. There was a discussion going on that we naturally couldn't hear, but then he came out empty-handed. He asked me for more money and then went back in. He came out, bowl in hand, and here's what had happened:

Zach plops his huge bowl on the counter.

Asian cashier turns around and looks at it incredulously, then says to the other cashier, "You're ringing this one up."

Female cashier: "What in the WORLD?"

Zach: "Refill. Over 32 ounces."

Female Cashier: " I think I'm going to have to charge you for two..."

Zach gets more money from me, goes in and pays, and walks out with a mixing bowl full of delectable blue Slurpee, all for a price of $2.50

Good, clean fun on a Friday night. That's what you get for living with teenagers.