Party Anyone?

Everyone in my immediate family has been invited to the Super Bowl party that my wife and I are throwing this Sunday, yet every single time I see one of them, they behave as if they have not been extended an invite. Just today when the mention of said party came up in conversation, my Mom verbalized something along the lines of, "Oh, are you still having it?" YESSSSS...I AM STILL HAVING IT!!! What the shit do I have to do to get through to these people? Granted my Dad is in his late 60's, but the running total of "what are you doing for the game this Sunday" is getting into double digits and I am seriously starting to think that I have become the opening act for Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones flashing one of those memory erasers each time I leave the room. It's like some sort of sick fucking M.I.B. hazing ritual and I haven't been let in on the joke.  Perhaps I should implement a shock therapy approach (ala cattle prod) and respond to each one of their negligent inquiries with a ZAP!!! This strategy may be effective, however, it may also have me partying by myself, and that's no fun. I suppose I'll just continue this exercise in futility and keep reminding their forgetful asses, but know this, after the game I will be contacting my physician to schedule a full blown test for the Alzheimer's gene.  I am so fucked.

--BK