Bloody Bathtub

I've started the first redwork piece for the bathroom:

I've most likely transferred the pattern a bit crooked.  We'll ignore that.  My original plan was to use a satin stitch for the bathtub "water."  Then I realized (and perhaps my mind just tends to the gory) that due to the redwork it would end up looking rather like a bathtub full of blood.  Ooh - and with the little steamies up above it'd look like a bathtub full of steaming blood.  Lest you've forgotten, I'm a huge chicken.  It took me years to be able to bend over to spit out toothpaste in the sink without casting nervous glances up at the mirror - are you familiar with the "Bloody Mary" tale?  Add on to that a viewing of the movie "Candy Man" at a tender age and you've got the makings of someone dangerously close to giving up oral hygiene completely.  I think I'll skip the satin stitch.

Quiet night here.  Bean is over spending the night at a friend's house, and Boba was in his room for most of the evening reading a Harry Potter book.  Short Pants watched "101 Dalmations Part II" for the bazillionth time.  The Mister is all for getting rid of the television completely, but I just don't know that I can give up the precious 90 minutes of peace that dalmations offer.  Tomorrow the in-laws are coming for a visit, so The Mister is planning on roping his father into helping him complete a project. 

...wait, have I mentioned the built-in dresser before?  If not, here it is:  I came home one early evening about a year and a half ago to find that The Mister had cut a hole in our bedroom wall.  A large hole.  A hole that he still hasn't filled with the built-in dresser he claimed he was going to make right away.  Without consulting me.  To this day I'm still not sure why he cut a hole in our wall before he'd even started working on the dresser.  So tomorrow he plans for his dad to help him put the final touches on the built-in and carry it upstairs from the workshop.  In all honesty, I'm not sure whether I'm happy about this or not.  On one hand, what woman wouldn't rejoice to have an unsightly HUGE hole in the wall filled?  On the other - do you have any idea how many arguments that damn hole has helped me win in the last 18 months?  It's been my own personal trump card any time The Mister dares to voice a complaint.  *roll of the eyes, sarcastic sneer of the mouth - "Well, at least I didn't cut a hole in the wall*  It really is hard to top that, even The Mister admits.