...frame your entire approach to this year's Hallowe'en in the context of this sublime work, Sally Cruikshank's magnificent Face Like a Frog? Even if it's only all in your mind.
Or in the basement.
At least consider the last-minute costume option of going as one of the incarnations of the sultry and mutable Galooey. I bet you've got a mantilla, a shawl, and an old pair of platforms somewhere in the house. I know I do...
Later: I realized when I got home that this really ought to have been marked a Redux, as I've already once burbled on about how much I love it. I only later realized that the last commenter then, one Sally, was in fact the divine Miss Cruikshank herself. It's all the more remarkable then that when I tracked her down on Twitter this evening, in order to give credit where it's due, she quickly replied! I'm verklempt. If you're not already following @funonmars, you really ought to (right after, of course, you do the same for l'il old me).