Yup. When I get one of those perfect trees...you know the kind, surgically precise cuts, no wasted effort, sweet running saw, one task leading directly and unbroken to the next almost like it's been choreographed, with a gentle drop into a perfect lead and a total save out...and I ask her "Hey, did you get that?" her answer is usually "Uh, no...I was taking pictures of the dogs".
But if I screw one up...misjudge the lean, miss match the cuts to where the tree looks like it's been gnawed on by a tag team of rabid beavers, stumble and fall down at least once, knock my hard hat off, misplace my axe, have to double up every wedge I own and beat and beat and beat on them and then the tree goes early and across the lead and busts up into eight different pieces none of which are a sellable length, and leave fiber pull long enough to give RandyMac cause for comment and my zipper has been down the entire time...she gets National Geographic quality pictures of the entire debacle. Never fails.