Omens
I know this is going to sound crazy, but my breastpump says things. It talks.
The first time I used it, the repetitive chugga chugga of the little engine sounded like it was saying “Where’s Greg? Where’s Greg? Where’s Greg?” A week or so after that, I swear it was saying “When I pump. When I pump,” over and over again.
I didn’t tell anyone about my talking breastpump, but the first time I pumped in front of GTB (which I had been avoiding lest he start viewing my previously beautiful breasts as nothing more than giant feed bags), he looked at me and said, “Your breastpump keeps saying “wormholes.” So at least I know I’m not the only one.
Yesterday morning, the pump must have been feeling rather Republican because it repeated “John McCain” incessantly. I told GTB about it and his response was “That’s not a good sign.”
I don’t know if he meant that he thinks I might be really losing it or that it portends bad things for Obama. In either case, I have to agree with him.