My life as a stripper....

So my friend JBF texts me this afternoon regarding the 'Laverne and Shirley' predicament I've got myself into, offering to help if she could. She then ads: "This would be a perfect blog entry....I know you prolly aren't ready to laugh at it just yet though". WELL, maybe it's the fumes, the contact buzz, or maybe just the sheer hilarity of the crap that I seem to constantly get myself into, but here goes nothing.

It all started with Pinterest (EVIL EVIL Pinterest) where I come across this GREAT idea for a cool floor:

Beautiful, right? SO, I get started. Brady comes over to the studio to check on me and finds this:

Understandably, he FREAKS. I talk him off the ledge and reassure him that it will be EPIC and he has nothing to worry about! [keeping in mind that his BOSS is my landlord :)] As promised, after a ton of rubber cement and two coats of polyurethane, the floor was AMAZEBALLS!!!!!

Until the next morning when I arrived and all of this gross ugly yellow patches were 'growing' on my beautiful floor!!! GAH!!!!! So, in an attempt to salvage all of my hard work, I decide to just freakin' paint the stupid floor (sulking, after wasting all of my time). I was feeling alright about my decision when DISASTER STRIKES:

As I was moving my equipment back, a light stand SCRAPED MY FLOOR! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

 So I now realize that a). this flooring is not meant for high-traffic areas, and b). this was a really stupid idea. So guess what I get to do now????

I get to strip off the polyurethane/paper layer, AND the gunky carpet adhesive underneath. So begins my new career as a stripper. Once, (before I had children and stretch marks) I attempted to give Brady a lap dance. Lets just say it was more awkward/funny than it was sexy, so I'm REALLY not looking forward to this new phase in my life. *Sigh* Thanks Jules, I am laughing at the absurdity of it all....