I can't tell you how this is already so much like my life. Note, the boxes that once littered the living room are gone, which means they took the time to finish up unpacking and the liquid just sat there in the interim. Dog memory doesn't even last that long. The dog isn't ashamed, he's mortified, that they would be so irresponsible in their new home. Forget that in my new house I would be freaking out about the finish getting damaged from letting sugar water sit on it for more than a second.
Advertising has no use for reality.
We are told that he buys what's on sale and that his paper towels just go to shreds when sopping up pesky liquid spills. So well suited to their needs, in fact, that we are allowed to follow them through the fascinating machinations of cleaning the entire house. Again, the loving couple gazes at stains, first on the counter where she overshot the plate with the spaghetti sauce. Consumption is the key to happiness, but we've known that for a long time. Time for the money shot.