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.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Let Mrs. HM Be Brief And To-The-Point Just This Once

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Don't you hate it when you're eating a two-day-old leftover grilled bratwurst that your husband told you would be the plain one, not...
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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Rumble Averted By Fowl Mouths

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This morning (and by that I mean around 11:00) The Pony and I were moving BBQ leftovers from the BARn FRIG to the Mansion FRIG II after feed...
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Monday, August 1, 2016

There Might Be A Rumble

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Tomorrow, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is waging war on reading the riot act to calling to huffily accuse malpractice by making a polite telephone ...
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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Mrs. HM Is Mad As A Hater (No, I Really DIDN'T Mean Hatter)

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I must be brief this evening. I spent all day and half the night with water to my knees. WAIT A MINUTE! No I didn't! That was the Ozark ...
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Saturday, July 30, 2016

A Car, A Jar, And Going Too Far

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Sometimes, The Pony has the eye of a photographer. He took that as he parked his little car last Monday evening. What he was really try...
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Friday, July 29, 2016

A Crushing Work Of Breathtaking Insolence

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Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is crushed. Crushed, I tell you, over the behavior of Farmer H these past two days. I know it comes as a complete shock t...
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Thursday, July 28, 2016

Do You Think Farmer H Is Trying To Tell Me Something?

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Here is a picture he sent me a couple days ago: Let the record show that we do NOT have a cow. What in not-heaven would possess Farme...
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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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