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.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Losers Gonna Lose

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Friday Farmer H and I took some savings bonds on a little ride. Of course we had to bring them back home to deal with their redemption for o...
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Saturday, September 30, 2017

Karma, Or Perhaps Just Coincidence

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Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has been in a scratching slump. The lottery has not been showering her with riches as usual. Switching denominations, swi...
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Friday, September 29, 2017

A Shocking Discovery

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Thursday morning, I was getting ready to leave for the bank, to get Farmer H's handyman check from Bev cashed. Standing by the sink, stu...
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Thursday, September 28, 2017

Mrs. HM Needs A Poo-ologist, STAT!

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Please do not read this if you are of delicate constitution. It deals with the subject of excrement. You have fair warning. At least the Blo...
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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

If Credit Cards Were Horses, The Pony Would Never Ride

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Too bad those Certs mints weren't THREE mints in one! Or I could have added to yesterday's complaint tally. Except the complaint did...
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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Two, Two, Two Complaints In One

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Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has never been called a breath mint, but today she tears a page out of the advertising plan of Certs , and gives you two ...
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Monday, September 25, 2017

The Handy Man Can, The Handy Man Can. Can't He?

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Like a cobbler's kids go barefoot, and the preacher's children are on an express elevator to Not-Heaven, I fear the Manison is going...
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Hillbilly Mom
I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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