For LeAnn Rimes, the paparazzi are like oxygen. Without them, she'll cease to exist. And LeAnn is desperate to survive. So much so that she's moved her done-to-death bikini photo ops from the beach to the grocery store, a switch that's left the produce section quaking in fear that she'll try to get wet and wild with the intermittent sprayer. Even random passersby are tired of her antics. You can almost sense the eye roll of that person in the background, whose stony face seems to say, "Put it away, Daisy Duke. There are kids around."