Dr. Darling and I have a long-running joke between us in which we both casually make references to (what I HOPE is) her imaginary girlfriend. The idea is to out-cheek each other, and we’ve gotten pretty good at it over the years if today’s round is any indication.
It started when the Swede won her office’s “there-are-too-many-people-on-the-schedule” lottery this morning and ended up with an unexpected day off. (The imaginary girlfriend often turns up when she is home alone.)
Because I had spent three days traveling on business this week, I was in a position to leave my office early enough to join Dr. Darling for “fika” … the Swedish equivalent of England‘s afternoon tea, but with deliciously strong Swedish coffee. And when I realized this, the following text message exchange ensued:
Shazz: What are your plans for fika?
Dr. D: I have a date with my lover, unless my wife comes home to fika with me.
Shazz: Cheeky Monkey. Be sure she’s out the door by 3 p.m. OR ELSE …
Dr. D: “Or else” what?
Shazz: Or else you’ll have to make extra coffee.