First he glued down cement board to the plywood.
Next he worked on the layout of the tile and all those bitty little spacers.
Now he's chopping billions of little tiles in half for all the edges. He's about to run amok with that tile chopper thingie there.
He muttered something about how this countertop was not going to be worth all the work to anyone except me, that when we sell the house the first thing people will probably do is rip out those countertops and get something more modern. I keep telling him, I am NEVER selling this house.