Sheba, my phantom spouse, is a card carrying officer of the local Fashion Police. She came up behind me and shouted ‘FREEZe!’ “Put those gloves down, NOW!” She brought to my attention I was putting on brown gloves. So, I replied. She sternly instructed, brown gloves do not go with a black overcoat. But I am going out in to sub-freezing weather and these are my warmest gloves I retorted. “It doesn’t matter she sharply instructed. But all we are doing, I interjected, is driving through Braums to get our emergency Hot Fudge Sundaes. Have mercy officer I pleaded.