I can't believe it was butter.
Literally the second I felt better, my dog Peabody (photo above) decided to break into the fridge and eat a stick of butter. I found the greasy paper in his dog bed, but not in time. So then he got sick (the ol' "butter flu") and I spent the entire night either taking him outside every 1.5 hours, or scrubbing the carpet. Needless to say, I wasn't able to make much progress on my house. But here's what the roof ended up looking after painting: