My Family Should Probably Start Telling Me Stuff

Now that I have moved away, my family apparently deems it unnecessary to tell me when important family functions are happening.  In fact, the only person who keeps me up to date is my sister.  Without her, I wouldn't even know if my family was still alive.

So anyway, this whole not telling me anything started with my parent's 25th Anniversary dinner (congrats to them beeteedubs).  My sister planned this extravagant dinner at an extravagant place with extravagant settings.  Naturally, the children were going to pay for this.  No biggie, I thought, thinking it would just be our family, as I had been previously told.  Nope, the six of us became the 15 of us.  Was not prepared for that one.  Thanks fam.

And again, about a week later (or before, I don't really know), I get a text from my sister on a Saturday asking if I was going to go to the family reunion.  I asked when it was.  She said tomorrow (Sunday).  Umm.  Ok.  Let me just drop everything I had planned because, once again, my family forgot I existed.  Thanks.  So I get out of work at three and hop over to the family reunion.  I complained how I didn't know about it.  Thus, my dad retorts:  I told you about.  I said no, no you did not.  His response:  well the invitation is on the table at home.  You should have read it.

Ugh.  For those who have been to my parent's house, you know the kitchen table is quite literally a FEMA qualified disaster zone.  For those who haven't been there, here's a fairly accurate picture:

Plus, I don't even live there anymore.  Why would I look at the table to find this phantom invitation.

And again, just this last weekend (LABOR DAY) I get a text message out of getting out of work...again (See how I celebrated Labor Day.  I worked).  It's my sister:  You Coming to the Cottage?  Umm.  No.  Once again, haven't been told about anything.  So I have to speed clean my apartment (which I eventually just gave up once I saw the dishes) and then pack some random crap and speed up there while singing to the musical stylings of Nicki Minaj (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom booom boom).  Get up there and my dad swears he told me about this.  No.  No you did not.

I've given up on them basically.  I'll just let myself know when things are happening by bugging their phones.

Sincerely Forgotten,
That One.