What are the odds that you are standing in the exact spot in the basement, that lines up with the gap in the floor, that coincides with the puppy being greeted where the gap in the floor happens, and the puppy has an excited greeting pee, which dribbles through the crack and lands on your head and you know it is pee, that you have indeed had your head peed on, because it is warm?  Desite your obvious distress from having your head peed on, what are the odds that instead of sympathy from your loving spouse (which in this scenario would have been me), she bursts into a fit of giggles and has to walk away before she snorts tea out of her nose?  Then she writes a post about it because even though she is on a writing hiatus she couldn’t resist.