A few weeks ago I had called Dad to see if he wanted to go up and do a little trout fishing and some shooting up in the Sierras this weekend. He called Thursday and left a message so when I called him back I was expecting to hear a time to meet up for the lip jerking/stump busting day. Instead I was told that he was helping my little brother move and what day this weekend was I going to help?
Well, hell. Not only do I not get to do 2 of my most favorite things but somehow I got screwed into doing one of my most hated.