The chonkmeister decided to holla at us around 6:30am & demanded an extensive petting session, and an hour later his majesty informed us that he was ready to have my PIC watch him eat. The early morning kitteh alarm allowed to take care of a few errands like returning that shit car, stocking up on basics at Wegmans, Aldi & Sam’s Club, then grabbing a takeout salad for lunch at a place downtown. The “roasted corn” I like to add was damn near inedible, chewy and flavorless, and permeated the entire bowl. I literally picked out each kernel before proceeding, but I bitched enough about that elsewhere already.
Then I had the task of putting together a setlist for tomorrow, all jet-lag-brained bc I was apparently also not thinking straight when I agreed to my keyboarder’s suggestion in early June to play a 1.5 hour set at the local 4th of July celebration mid-afternoon when it is going to be hot as ballz. I hate outdoor shows. We have another one next week Saturday 
I also had a 1 hr. rehearsal for tomorrow, which went very well (thank you, coffee!). Probz means we’re going to mess up epically mañana 
My PIC and I purchased cheddar brats at Aldi, but hadn’t bought any sides for it — unless you consider deli mustard a side. After blanking on what to have with the pan-fried snausages w/out me having to make anything, I had a stroke of genius to pick up a couple ears of corn at the supermarket. Boom, dinner solved: the man fried up 4 brats (we each had 1 and shared the third), I nuked the corn.
Speshul mustard from Katz’s and Cochon, respectively. Both could pack more heat IYAM 
, and the corn was almost as bad as the stuff I had for lunch, and not even TPSTOBAS could save it. Great source of fiber, tho, I bet 
