Ever have one of those days that instead of following the line, the blade runs around as wild as fifteen drunk Indians?
Seems frustrating while it's happening, but then after feathering in a bit here and there everything turns out just fine...While you're cutting, you think that it's going to turn out looking like a turkey , instead of the fairy that you intended...But after finally finishing, you blow the dust off, hold it up to the light, a low and behold it miraculously looks "right"...Now, before you drop it, go set it aside, crack open a cold one, throw the steaks on the grill, and start planning the next cutting adventure.
