So I actually got started on a doll house this morning. I got the wood and had every thing all measured out and then I started cutting. (insert angry tone here) THAT SAW DOES NOT KNOW WHAT A STRAIGHT LINE IS!!!! My husband then declared that maybe it wasn't the saw but the hand behind it. After I cut the pieces and continued to share my hatred of his power tool.(No funny remarks from the peanut gallery) I then walked away carrying my pieces of doll house that do not appear to be anything besides rectangles, with crooked edges I might add. He told me he loved me and I told him, "yeah, yeah, tell it to your saw" and continued into the house.