I love my husband because when cutting a piece of plywood that he will be hanging in the back of a closet that no one will ever see but him, he takes out his level and speed square to make sure the line he is going to cut is perfectly straight. He also makes sure I help him in the task, putting pressure on the board just right so it doesn't move even a tiny bit as he is cutting. And when he is done he measures that board again, in more than one place, to be sure that the length is the same in every part.
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