Your wife turned 32 yesterday! You threw a big birthday party for her, and invited lots of family and friends. When it was time to cut the cake, you were a bit drunk, yet you still had a speech about your wife and how much she meant to you. However, one thing you said hurt her very much. You referred to her as an "old cow" and how she was nearing the end of her time of usefulness. You joked about "Maybe I'll start an affair with my secretary, like most suburban couples!", which hurt her even more. At the end of the night, she locked herself in the guest bedroom crying. You figured she's get over it by the next day.

The next day you wake up, and fall off the bed! As you fall, you realize you've shrunken the size of an ant! It's a big fall, but fortunately, you land on the soft carpet, the fibers looking like a forest to you. You look up and see Sandra in some new clothes. Her hair is done, and so is her makeup. It looks like her feet were freshly pedicured with a shiny red polish and trimmed. She looks like she's up to something.

"All those things you said yesterday... they were awful. I hated it. So here I am, to show you I'm NOT an old lady! I've still got power. And you're gonna feel it, by worshipping my feet!"