LeAnn Rimes Is As Selfless As Ever

December 26, 2013 / Posted by:

Every time I read LeAnn Rimes’ Twitter feed, I’m reminded of the first time I realized as a parent that kids listen to every damn word we say. My oldest came up to me one day when he was little and asked if bitches are real. I asked where he heard that and he said, “You said on the phone that this bitch can’t be for real“. Oh. My bad.  Scrolling through LeAnn’s tweets, I always hear a sweet toddler voice in my head saying, “This bitch can’t be for real” and this particular unreal bitch didn’t disappoint the other day.

It’s so sweet of LeAnn to think of her dear friend’s misfortune when she’s holed up in the bathroom, a victim to one too many ex-laxtinis.    Having the uncontrollable shits because you’ve rededicated yourself to a strict laxative diet is not the same thing as having a stomach bug, ya stupid ho! And way to roll your poo times in with someone losing a loved one like they’re even on the same level of “bad day”.

LeAnn did break her pattern of “ME. ME. ME. ME. ME. ME. ME. YOU. ME. ME.” to tweet the next day that her friend’s mom had passed away without mentioning herself, digestive distress, what she was wearing, her astrological sign, throwing shade at Brandi Glanville, posting a selfie, hard campaigning for stepmom of the year or mentioning how wonderful her squinty-eyed dumb hump of a husband is. ‘Tis the season for personal growth!

Here are some pics of Falkor shopping at Barney’s New York in L.A. last week (I hope to fuck there’s a clue in that bag) and texting her BFFs (the paparazzi) with Eddie Cibrian at LAX the other day.

(Pics: Twitter, Splash)

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