I woke up in a different world. I recognized

I woke up in a different world. I recognized everyone but it wasn't my house. It was different, everyone acted different, what was happening?

It was then that I noticed that I was holding a new iPhone. I had crossed over! I must have fainted with extacy during my transiton

, if you get my meaning. I sipped tea from a porcelain cup and nibbled at a plate of warm brownies. Moments later, my hands seemed to shrink, and my iPhone - it turned pink!

Secretly,I was pleased with these fascinating outcomes. I'd always thought my hands were a tad too large &my favorite color is...you guessed it...PINK! I swallowed more tea, hoping

to not spray any out of my nostrils and onto my thigh-high pink cowgirl boots...something I've been known to do while drinking tea. I studied my now-smaller reconstructed hands and

started to cry. My God, I thought. My hands are not big enough to hold a pistachio. Sure enough, tea spurted out of my nostrils and ran right to the bottom of my now squeaky boots.

The only way I could think of to save face now was to start dancing, using the squeakiness in my orange paisley vinyl boots as music. People stopped in their tracks as I did the

boot dance of my people over and over. A wave of nationalism swept over the crowd. They began waving and singing the Esperanto National Anthem. "Oh Stan,

thank you for giving us that swift boot to the butt." "Any time," Stan smiled & booted the butt of the next Esperantan in the line dance. " He promptly thanked him & passed it on.