But I'm home alone. Even the dog is out. El Bandito has been at the groomer for 5 hours now and I can't work in the shop,' cause I can't hear the phone ring.

And I can't find my heat gun. Crap, I left it on the counter at the groomer's and....OMFG! It's not a hairdryer, bitches! I gotta go!
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Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.