I was sitting next to Boyfriend-Fellow's new step-grandmother and her little dog (i.e. her world).
We were having a nice chat then Boyfriend-Fellow's mom called us to dinner.
I stood up.
My dress was wet.
I glanced back.... The couch was wet.
Right next to the little dog.
"What's wrong?" Someone asked.
"Um... my dress... is wet."
Step-grandmother: "Oh, how strange, I wonder if someone sitting here before you spilled something."
I had to attend the fancy-schmancy dinner (we're talking crystal dinnerware, people) with a freshly dog-peed-upon dress (when I smoothed my napkin on my lap, it got soaked through).