Step, Ball, Change

This weekend has been an exciting one in the Warnke household. My parents are getting hardwood floors put in. Basically, that means that the kids are all installing it for them. By the kids, I mean my brother in laws, while my sisters and I watch because I have no idea what to do. Power tools scare me, and I tend to make more work for everyone if I try to put the flooring down.
I was reduced to tearing up carpet for the majority of the time. Once my job was completed, we ran into a snag, and work was halted for about an hour, perhaps longer. The entire living room was nothing but the wood sub-floor. I decided to entertain.
I busted out my tap shoes to dance for my family. What I thought was funny, they found annoying. It doesn't help that I don't know how to tap, so I just kept stomping really loud and doing the same steps over and over.
I've decided to build my own dance studio in my house. I need somewhere to practice my tap dancing. That way, the next time someone needs their floor redone, I will be ready to entertain.