There’s a battle of the sexes of sorts brewing at 71 Starnes.  It seems someone gave Arnold, my mustachioed contractor, a paint pen (I don’t think it’s an actual paint pen…I believe it has some construction related raison d’etre, but that’s beyond my pay grade), and he started feeling a little crafty.  At first, he kept it pretty benign, a cute little skull and cross bones over our “no trespassing” sign, another scribbly face on the other window, but then he loaded the gun and got nasty:

I’m pretty sure the spelling is intentional, but what do I care; I didn’t hire them for their way with words.

Now, if you ask me, there are much worse things to do than prevent me from getting in the port-a-john.  I will walk many a mile to avoid using one of these.  But the ”grils” he is referring to are Sarah and Tamara, our painter/tile folks and I’m guessing they don’t share my extreme aversion to the honey bucket. 

These women were NOT going to take this sitting down.  Well, they couldn’t take it sitting down until they could make it back in the port-a-john.  As I screamed “sexual discrimination on the work site” and threatened to call one of those lawyers on the back of the yellow pages, they took matters into their own hands and headed to the dollar store.

To the unaware, nothing changed…until you opened the door and…”Boom” the ladies had reclaimed their lair: 

In case you can’t tell, Arnold is reading “Chicken Soup for the Woman’s Soul” in front of a Disney princess poster.  I’d say the ladies have won this round…if you can call domination of the port-a-john winning.