It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Black Friday!!!!!

So it's here...Black Friday. I don't know what it is about this, but the obsession with getting a good deal on anything this week is almost more than I can stand. Except I am more confused than ever because Amazon is doing black friday today, and I already made a mad dash to Target for their "Pre Black Friday event" on Sunday. And all of a sudden, I don't know if it's really worth going out with all the crazies at all when everything is already on sale. But what if there is something that I just have to have....



We live in a society where we give thanks on Thursday and spend time with family and appreciate all the good things we have...until 11:59 pm. Then, at midnight, it's GOBBLE PALOOZA AT OLD NAVY! Have you seen the ads for this? MIDNIGHT. Seriously. I love a good sale. I LOVE Black Friday. But midnight? Gobble Palooza? For $5 pajama pants?

OR you can shop at Walmart starting at midnight. Until the electronics go on sale at five am. So are they wanting me to actually shop from midnight until five? Browse for five hours just to get ahold of $89 Nintendo DSI's? Because you know you're going to have to be there at midnight just to even get close to the damn things. But in the meantime, how much extra stuff are you going to justify? And how many over tired, over fed people are they going to pack into that store? Part of me knows better than to go....but there is that bad shopping fairy sitting on my shoulder saying, "Becky...you know there's going to be bath towels for $2......"

This year I have Brody. Therefore, I will not be standing in line outside of Target for two hours like I did last year. All for a $40 Disney Freaking Princess Piano that was supposed to be $100 and only on sale for that morning. Sunday I went to Target and it was still there for $40. But, it was all about the experience. I had never been so jacked up for something on sale before. My little sister and I totally tag teamed the store and got some killer deals. And it. was. awesome.

So, when Brody decides to get up, I will head over then. Beat the crowds and only hear stories about what a Gobble Palooza might look like. But there's always next year when Brody is old enough to stay home with Dad!