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.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Gimme A Break. And I DON'T Mean That Nell Carter TV Show, Or A Piece Of A Kit Kat Bar

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I call shenanigans on The Devil! Yesterday I bought a pack of fried chicken from the deli. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom does not live by gas station...
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Monday, January 2, 2017

Just Another Block In The Jenga

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The guys who frequent the Mansion (and by that I mean Farmer H, The Pony, and Genius...it's not like I'm running an Old West bordell...
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Sunday, January 1, 2017

How Many Pandemic Peppers Did Farmer H Fondle?

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Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, Farmer H, and The Pony ate New Year's Eve dinner at Pizza Hut in Norman, Oklahoma. You don't need to know why. Y...
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Saturday, December 31, 2016

Notes From There, While Here

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Greetings from Oklahoma. I'd tell you about our trip, but it hasn't happened yet, because I'm getting this ready the night bef...
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Friday, December 30, 2016

Old Like Me

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There's not much to say tonight. Nothing much is going on here at the Mansion, and I'd rather be playing my new computer game that T...
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Thursday, December 29, 2016

Give Him An Inch, He Takes The Fifth

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On Monday, the #1 Son drove me to the casino. We had been planning this outing for the week between Christmas and New Years, because he is f...
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Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Ain't Nobody's Business But The Mom

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Yesterday the credit card bill came. You know Mrs. Hillbilly Mom... when she gets a bill , she pays it forthwith. So I told Farmer H yesterd...
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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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