OMG. I think that Vince Vaughn has bewitched Will Ferrell and hijacked his life

I’m not a big Twitter user.  I do not have the attention span or time to dedicate to religiously tweeting my every thought (you’re welcome).  I do throw one out there occasionally, sometimes it just seems like a better way to express my thought in the moment than a whole blog post or Facebook update.  And I do not really follow very many people on Twitter either.  But I do follow a few and Will Ferrell and Vince Vaughan just happen to be two of the people who I follow on the site (Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess) and Elizabeth Jayne Liu (Flourish in Progress) are two others – they are writers, bloggers, wives (not to each other) and mothers and they are THE BEST.  Love them. But I digress).

I followed Will Ferrell because, well, being Will Ferrell, he comes out with some witty tidbits at make even this cranky woman smile ( his tweet to the effect of resisting the urge to roundhouse Justin Bieber in his midget head won me over, I must admit), and I followed Vince Vaughn because I somehow happened to be online the night he joined Twitter and Will tweeted a shout out suggesting people follow Vince too, since he was new to Twittertown.  Why not?  I thought to myself.  I like his movies and maybe he’ll make me laugh sometimes too. So I did.  This was less than a month ago, I think?  Anyway, they each tweeted sporadically and independently for the first while.  And then it happened.  I’ll let the pictures do the talking now. (For non-Twitter users – the newest tweets appear that the top of the screen, the ones below it were tweeted first/earlier, so read each picture from the bottom up to have them in the correct chronological order).

I just know that this is not the end of the story. Once the heavy hitters get a hold of this, the story is going to EXPLODE and they (the “real” investigators will blow the roof right off of Mr. Vaughn’s demented, evil plan to take over the world, one adolescent boy at a time, using one of their idols as bait. (TMZ, are you listening?!?)  If a tired, frazzled, fat (but fabulous) housewife in Keswick can spot you so quickly, do you really think others are not already plotting to dethrone you?  Oh, I am fairly certain they are. (I would, but I have far too many children to tend to and WAY too much laundry and vomit to clean up on a daily basis.  Oh, and my minivan needs servicing, so that puts me out of the running to lead the charge.  When your life is as glamorous as mine, rarely is there time for mundane human-race-saving feats) Make no mistake about it.  We’re on to you sir, oh yes, yes we are.

To be continued…