Family Photo's

It's 10:23am and I've cleaned up my cat's barf, my son's poop, and my dog's pee. Did I mention that it's 10:23am? Now I know that not every household contains a farmyard of special-needs animals like ours (two, cranky senior-citizen cats and a handicapped pitbull at last count) but, nonetheless, I've come to believe that behind every smiling, happy family photo there is a tidal wave of bodily secretions waiting to be cleaned.

can you hear the roar of the tsunami approaching?