Summit Wants All of Twitarded's Merch For It's Own!

This morning, I got on the computer, and did what I do most (okay, every) morning. I ran through my Twilight blog list to see what everyone is up to. And to my horror and great annoyance: this. Evidently, the girls over at Twitarded are having The Man come down on them. Seems to be that Summit Entertainment thinks they own Twitarded's personal images, to include the picture in their header and on all their merchandise. An image that was created by Snarky's Mr. Snarky. Does Summit also think they own everything with the word Twi in it? Because let me tell you something: the production company that decided to replace Rachelle Lafevre as Victoria doesn't own MY blog.

Twitarded holds a special place in my heart. They were the first Twilight-related blog I found that was more then just paparazzi clips and leaked movie info. JJ and STY introduced me to the world of smart, hilarious, non-teenager bloggers who are out there with an undying love for all things Twilight. And the fact that Summit would come down on such makers of joy, pissed me the fuck off.

Tiny E throws his hands up in disgust. He'd be giving the man the finger, but they don't pose. Trust, he's thinking about it though.

Perhaps Summit realizes the greatness that is JJ and STY. I just bet they are taking claim to all that merch and hording it for themselves. They are walking around their little production office with Twitarded buttons and drinking their coffee out of Twitarded mugs and have their keys attached to Twitarded key chains. Greedy mofos. What about the rest of us? Pay for it like everyone else, movie-making bitches! Those buttons only cost a $1.50!

And since they only cost $1.50, I say go now and get yours. Before they take them all away.

~SW

Tiny B Meets Frosting Goddess Tanya

She's been trying to avoid it. But Tiny E insisted that Tiny B meet Tanya. Tiny B has been nervous. After all, she's always frowning because that headband of hers is giving her a headache and her little plastic shoes are ugly. Not the exact attire you want to be wearing when you meet a beautiful female vamp that once made a play for your sunglasses clad Tiny hottie. But Tiny E insisted that Tanya was "family." Tiny B asked Tiny E what to expect. All he would say is that Tanya is tall, blond, and sweet.

Tiny B: I feel frumpy.

Tiny E: You're beautiful.

Tanya: But I am a sugar goddess.

~SW

A Hunting Lesson

Don't tell anyone (especially the Volturi), but QP are the proud owners of three....immortal children. I know, I know, it's wrong. But they're just so darn enchanting. Except when they throw tantrums. Then they have a tendency to be terrifying. For example:

These two just massacred a family and took over their home.

This one is on his way to destroying a playground because his mother ( I mean, "creator") wouldn't let him watch more TV.

Anyhoo, in order to curb their blood lust, Tiny E decided to take it upon his wee self to try and teach these kiddos how to hunt, vegetarian style. Granted, a couple pets had to be sacrificed*, but anything to keep the Volturi from coming down on us. Shudder.

Tiny E lectured these little vamps on the benefits of being able to fit into society by simply draining the blood of animals. They were willing to listen. For someone who never takes his sunglasses off, Tiny E can be a pretty persuasive guy. And then he took them out to try.

Ah, sweet success.

*For any animal activists out there, no animals were really harmed in the making of this exceptionally ridiculous blog post. Promise.

~SW

Rob Leads The Way

This summer, QP and I have been traveling all over fucking creation. Luckily, we have a little helper to guide us on our many trips:

Note: I kinda suck at taking pictures in a moving car.

This GPS is officially called a Tom Tom, but QP and I decided it needed a real name. Like Rob.

Who doesn't want to take a ride with him?

After searching through the many confusing options on this thing, we found that we could change the voice on it, the voice that says things like "In three miles, turn left." And-jackpot-we found a male voice with an English accent. Score. Now Rob can tell us things like, "Stay on the motorway," and "In three hundred meters, turn right." Sexy, right? Like he's guiding us where he wants us to go (wink wink). Neither us actually has any idea how far a meter is, but whatever. GPS Rob can tell us what to do and where to go all damn day in his sexy accent.

The problem is, sometimes, Rob doesn't know what the hell he is talking about. Like when we're on the freeway and he keeps trying to get us to take the scary-ass back roads because the 1/2 a meter shorter then the freeway. Maybe he's drunk. That's when Tiny E steps in. He's the responsible one of the two.

Oh, Wives, let me assist you in your travels.

Because a little plastic action figure totally knows how to get us somewhere when an expensive English accented GPS can't. You understand.

~SW

Romantic Moments, Tiny Style

Oh Bella and Edward. You are so in love. Observe their Tiny style devotion*.

Gazing into each others' eyes.

Tree talk.

A walk through the forest.

And of course, the meadow.

*Twidic Note: These images won't always be so gooey. We just got our Tinys and are a *tad* bit excited. Random pictures have ensued. Trust me, the Tinys will be doing much more amusing things in the very near future.

~SW and "QP"

The Tinys Show Their Colors

From all of us here at Twidiculous Wives, have a very Happy 4th!

We might be Tiny in stature, but we're big on patriotism.

They're Here!

Ladies and gentlemen (well, mostly ladies): we have in our possession.......Tiny Edward and Tiny Bella!

Behold them in all their greatness:

We're here to make you happy, ladies.

Prepare for adventures. Until then, check out Twitarded and Ramblings of a Latchkey Wife for their amazing adventures with their minis.

~SW and "QP"