I know, that’s not the visual you really wanted to fill your subconscious with in the hours before winding down for the evening, was it? I mean, “LeAnn Rimes” and “gash” in the same sentence is enough, for me, to go into full-body convulsions, complete with projectile vomiting, but hey. I could go on, but I won’t. I had spaghetti and Caesar salad for dinner, and it was good, so I’d like to keep it where it is, thanks.
Anyway, LeAnn decided to go snowboarding, where she apparently fell and busted her tailbone, and not for the reason of “not enough snow,” like her Twitter account professed, but because there’s a very thin amount of skin covering the tailbone as it is, and with LeAnn being as skinny as she is and all, it wouldn’t surprise me if that thing was protruding like a pregnant lady’s bellybutton as it were.