Hillbilly Mansion

A 20-acre utopia smack dab in the middle of Hillmomba, where Hillbilly Mom posts her cold-hearted opinions, petty grievances, and self-proclaimed wisdom in spite of being a technology simpleton.

Friday, May 31, 2013

The Flippy-Flappy Of Giant Feet

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Is it wrong of me to find my own flesh-and-blood's appendages off-putting? Is that frowned on? Because if it is, I won't dwell on it...
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Thursday, May 30, 2013

CSI: Special Burners Unit

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Encyclopedia Brown here. I've found another clue. Yep. I'm taking time off from Mystery Inc. to work solo for a while. OK, I'm n...
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom Is Dreamy

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And so it begins. The school dreams. You'd think summer vacation would make one immune to job-related issues. Even in dreams. But no. ...
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Why Do I Always Have To Be The One?

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The innards of Frig are like one giant teetering Whoville contraption. You'd think I'd learn to clean out my shiny Frigidaire before...
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Monday, May 27, 2013

Like A Leopard Cannot Change Its Spots

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My sweet dog Juno is a little imp. She thinks I can't see her when she shoots into the garage as I open the door while piloting T-Hoe do...
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Sunday, May 26, 2013

The Week After, And Still Nothing To Show For It

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Farmer H is a-grillin' on the back porch. The Pony is a-chillin' on the basement couch. The #1 son is a-millin' around at a grad...
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Saturday, May 25, 2013

Even The Elderly Are Tethered To Technology

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I called my mom to check in this morning. Because she's been worried about me, of course. That Farmer H breather-borne virus that kicked...
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I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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