Halloween is almost here. ‘Tis the season where adults get to be children again, sugar is a food group, and black lipstick becomes a perfectly acceptable daytime choice.

This year, I have not one, but two Halloween outfits. Because why limit myself to one alter ego when I can have a wardrobe of spooky fabulousness?

First up: a long, flowing orange skeleton dress that is stylishly macabre and medically appropriate. I plan to wear it to the hospital the day before Halloween (yes, that’s where I’ll be spending some time, unfortunately, but who says you can’t bring dramatic flair to the waiting room?). I like to imagine it’ll either lift spirits or mildly confuse people, both of which I consider emotional wins.

Then comes the main event: Morticia Addams. Long velvet gown, wig, and enough eerie elegance to make any cobweb jealous. Morticia is my Halloween muse in that she is sharp, serene, and just a touch sinister. This year, it’s all about the dresses and the candy.

Speaking of candy. Did you know Mars began rolling out Halloween candy to U.S. stores on July 5th? July. Fifth. We hadn’t even finished digesting our Fourth of July hot dogs, and candy corn was already creeping onto shelves. That’s commitment. Or chaos. Possibly both.

Apparently, Gen Z buys their candy 4.5 weeks in advance. That’s enthusiasm. Meanwhile, I’ve yet to buy mine. But I will. Oh, I will. Because according to Hershey, 45% of consumers admit they buy Halloween candy for themselves. And yes, I am one of those people. Though this year, I might even share with co-workers. (Might.)

Halloween is the perfect mix of mischief and nostalgia. It’s the one day where we collectively agree to suspend logic, embrace the weird, and give in to our inner ghoul. Whether you’re donning a cape, a crown, or a glow-in-the-dark skeleton, it’s all about play. And sugar. Lots and lots of sugar.

So here’s to orange dresses, velvet dreams, and eating mini Snickers with zero guilt. Because on Halloween, we don’t count calories . We count candy wrappers.