First the YAY!:
For the first time since 1986, my dad's name was drawn in the annual lottery for moose licenses in New Brunswick. I just called him at work - my guess is that he'll be singing and skipping around the dispensary today.
Now the Oh NO!:
A moose license doesn't mean he gets to own a moose - heh heh - it means he's going moose hunting in September. The "Oh no" part is because I don't like moose meat. icky. blech.