With mom.

Garden shows make her happy...it the single most mind numbing thing to me.
but i had a crowning moment, one for the books.

Lady at the show asks for my name so she can put it on a tag.
i look to her, and in the most serious tone and face i can manage i say.
"Lacky....or minion or footslogger....slave works too. The overlord behind me says that i cant have a name, that it inspires a personal identity, and that's apparently dangerous to something called "My programming."


of course, i was sad that she just blinked confused.

Mom almost died from laughing though.