You know that thing that you were supposed to do that was not too time-sensitive? That thing that you told your spouse or partner or yourself that you would take care of? You probably repeated yourself a few days and then suddenly that thing was right around the corner.Much to my wife's chagrin, that thing was Halloween costumes.Uh-oh.If you recall in my last column, which I will continue to write, I alluded to what our family costume was.If you guessed a beloved cartoon sailor, his perpetual damsel-in-distress and their sweet, little waif then you are correct. It was Popeye, Olive Oyl, and Swee'Pea.Did we wear those costumes when we took our son trunk-or-treating last weekend? No.