Mike, Cheyenne and I had dinner at Krolls tonight. I was seriously craving some knoephla soup and Krolls is the knoephla soup place. It has been awhile since I have been to Krolls. I typically only get there maybe twice a year. I have to be in the knoephla zone and for some reason that is a sporadic occurrence. But when I want it – I WANT IT - and there is no satisfactory substitute.
I am not sure if Krolls recently changed their menus or if I just never noticed the photo on the front before. I noticed the photo on the menu tonight though and I believe the universe was trying to communicate something to me. Meet the new Kroll’s ladies – Carol and Eileen.
Eileen & Carol
Check it out online…
Hmmmm…Carol and Eileen – my given name and my adopted labyrinthitis name. What exactly are you trying to tell me universe? Are you saying I am becoming a Kroll’s lady? OMG – SEROUSLY? God love the Kroll’s ladies, but I do not want to grow up to be one. That’s it – no more knoephla for me for a long while…perhaps until Krolls get new ladies with different names.
One thousand one hundred and ninety-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da