The ultimatum.

That's right. T put her foot down last night about having pieces of a motorcycle in our carport.

Last night we were in the bedroom talking and she says to me. "I want you to get the motorcycle finished by spring. Right now it's winter, so it's not a big deal, but you need to get it running by spring."

Now how fucking cool is that?

Come on guys. We all are familiar with the girls that give you a ration of shit about dicking around on projects. "Every Saturday you are working on that damn (insert big boy toy of the moment) why can't you pay attention to me?!" Or the slightly luckier guys might get,"I don't give a damn about it, just don't waste all our money on it, or I am going back home to mother." Not mine. She tells me directly to get off my ass and to start working on it again.

Of course I aim to please. That is if I can get off my lazy, ever widening ass and do something about it.