Dear Mr. Wild Onion,
With all due love and respect for the seventeen years we’ve been together, I must ask this rather delicate question: Have you lost your mind? You threw this away?
(fabric to paint over, bullion trims, rusted flat tray, empty chips bags)
I don’t think you’ve ever really loved me, and for sure you haven’t paid attention to the goings on in that huge building behind the house.
Love and kisses,
Mrs. Wild Onion
PS– the rust yard next to the driveway notwithstanding, I think it shows us in very poor light with the neighbors to have your wife dumpster diving in her own garbage cans.