You see, I don't have many collections. In fact, the only thing I collect is mugs and it's more like a working collection since I'm a tea and coffee lover. I buy a mug from every city I visit plus I got a few from my friends, so it's an emotional attachment that's hard to break. So when Trevor asked me what else I intended to bring to the US besides clothes, the answer was obvious.
Trevor: How many mugs do you want to take?
Mickey: How much do you love me?
Mickey: About 20.
Trevor carefully packed and transported 21 mugs and a teapot and I am never allowed to call him impatient ever again.
While my dad was driving Trevor to the airport, the conversation went like this:
Mickey's dad: So did she give you any mugs?
Trevor (hesitantly): Yeah ...
Mickey: SHHHH! Don't say a word!
Mickey's dad: How many?
Mickey: Trevor, divide by 2!
<awkward 30 second pause>
Mickey: Are you dividing by 2?
Trevor: No, I'm still counting.
I'm happy to report that almost all the mugs got there safely, with only one cow-mug casualty which was promptly replaced by Trevor