My wife and I recently packed for an overnight trip where we would be gone for twenty hours. I carried a backpack and she took a suitcase, a carry on bag, three garments on hangers, and a purse that even holds kitty litter in case we buy a cat while we are out. This amount of luggage was not unusual for Mollie, so I took no notice. She likes to decide on outfits at the last minute, depending on weather, how others appear to be dressed, and whether she is subject to an alien mind melt. The running shoes I wore were the only pair I brought. My wife lugged around four pairs of shoes. I was only startled because she actually managed to wear all four pairs in the twelve hours she was not sleeping. Luckily, the hotel provided slippers so she never had to go barefoot.
Alien mind melt sounds strangely similar to the Vulcan mind-meld…
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Yes, Vulcan was the word I was searching for!
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