He turns to me with the really nice tile and says, “Cut it on the line”.
Now, you don’t know this about me, but I’m going to tell you – I am a horrible cutter. Like if you need a cake cut up into six pieces, hell, even just four pieces, it’s not going to be even. I’m sure as shit going to be making the top triangles smaller than the bottoms. And if you needed eight outta that cake, you can just forget about everyone getting even pieces.
This is the diagram I’d probably use to cut cakes, or anything round. 
Back to the saw….um, can I have a tutorial on that thing?!
Carpenter guy husband gets up, shows me the buttons, the guide, and then the laser. Oooh sweet pickle relish, the laser! He spent 30 seconds and said, “Go.” Then he left.
He left!
This is a blade, that spins and it spins – it’s loud too. And within moments, I’ve already imagined my fingers gliding gently RIGHT UNDER THE BLADE, resulting in being tossed on the side of the room. On the first cut. But, he left, which means he trusts me.
I turn the power on.
I turn the vacuum sucker of dust thingy on.
And I cut.
I cut!
I want to say it was the instructions, or my awesome learning capabilities. It wasn’t. It was that fine wonderfully lit red laser. A beam that allowed me to follow the tile. Guiding me to all goodness of a find cut. I would have followed that laser to the end of the earth. It was glorious.
I just wish they made one for cakes now.