Apparently 1/8 of an inch is something I will sweat. My willing husband ripped out boards already placed just to make the proper width in a board that was irking me to no end. I shall not delve into the additional hassle caused by my annoyingly keen eye. Actually, it was bugging my man, too. We just both hoped for the past week that it would magically correct itself.
We only had three boards left in finishing the deck surface yesterday. As of last night, we still had one.
It was a long day, and I instigated it. Knowing that today starts with that last board, I wonder how long I can make this day go?
But you will be finished!! What a good feeling that is and no irksome leftovers!