Listen my little chickadees, today is a travel day so Your Mama is coming to you from some free hot spot wireless location at the damn airport where babies are shrieking, the men are unwashed and at least half the women think it’s appropriate to show up at the airport in cotton track outfits and white sneakers. Pleeze. Airports are uglee places and on that note we have a few updates before we down a big fat Xanax and get on the big bird.
1. Our favorite capricious minx and Oscar nominated ack–turuss Sharon Stone has put that damn residential white elephant she owns in the Bev Hills Post Office back on market with a new, improved and easily digestible asking price of $10,000,000. The children with their early morning thinking caps will recall that the Mediterranean manse was first flipped on to the market back in 2006 with a $12,500,000 asking price.
Will someone please buy this bloody house and put Miz Stone and her accountants out of their misery? And difficult as it may be for some of you children, please try to show some mercy and love for the string of long suffering real estate agents who have spent big bucks marketing Miz Stone’s 7 bedroom and 8 bathroom investment folly only to have it sit around unsold for a real estate ice age.
Your Mama sincerely hopes Miz Stone’s bank account is as colossal as her suped-up convertible black Bentley would indicate because Bee-hawtcha is gonna lose her La Perla panties on this mo-fo. Since we’re short on time, we’re gonna send you over to Mister Big Time who recently wrote a nice run down of Miz Stone’s real estate drama over this house that is tucked back on nearly 5 acres at the north end of N. Beverly Drive.
This would be the third, fourth or 742nd time depending on who you ask. Little Faux Punk Princess has been trying to unload her Bev Hills Post Office pile for longer than anyone–including Your Mama–would care to recall. Suffice to say The Spitter has been through several real estate agents, several price reductions (currently listed at $5,800,000) and according to our source, several buyers who backed out of the deal. Apparently hooking up with Paris Hilton’s super successful real estate agent uncle and his well funded team of stagers was the trick Miss Lavigne’s house needed.
Believe it or not, there’s actually an itty bitty kernel of goodness in Your Mama’s cold dark heart that hopes The Spitter will finally unload her bachelorette pad…if only so we can put that baby to bed and not have to listen to it whine anymore, you know what we’re sayin‘?
Now we gotta run for the plane. Back after we land and get settled in next to the pool.