I predict that exactly one week from this moment there will be husbands out there across the state trying to hide the circulars or the car keys knowing they're just a few hours from chauffeuring shoppers out into the frigid darkness of Black Friday.
OK, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but I've been there.
The deals are good, the lines are not, and trying to wake up at four in the morning from a turkey-induced tryptophan coma is torture.
To combat that, many of the stores are now opening late Thanksgiving night.
Heaven forbid we have two nights a year where we have to spend time at home with our families.
It was inevitable, folks, and try as you might to fight it by boycotting participating stores, it just means the other shoppers will snatch up those door-buster deals.
I like it least of all for those employees who have to be there.
It's a grind for them, I understand, you know the newsroom NEVER closes.
For a lot of us the pre-dawn retail race has become a family holiday adventure, but please don't ever call it Black Thursday.
Is it just me or is the simple act of giving thanks kind of getting squeezed out by Halloween and Christmas?
I'm Kelly Ogle and that's My 2 Cents.