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.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Technology Thwarts Mrs. HM Once Again

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Yesterday morning, I was having a text conversation with Farmer H about why his Trailblazer was parked all willy-nilly cattywompus over by t...
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Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Under The Weather And Over The Towel

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Farmer H was feeling a little...um... indisposed early last week. You know. When he thought he'd picked up food poisoning from eating b...
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Tuesday, February 27, 2018

All The Maligning...And Then He Does THIS

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After dragging Farmer H through the mud lately, he goes and does something nice for me. That was a Precious Moment. The figurine. Not t...
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Monday, February 26, 2018

Another Beginning Of Another End

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Yesterday, I headed down to my dark basement lair after a trying trip to The Devil's Playground. I arranged my three beverage cups and l...
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Sunday, February 25, 2018

The Beginning Of The End

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I'm getting closer. Closer to saying goodbye to my favorite old baby blue sweatshirt. I know that I said I was getting rid of it a coupl...
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Saturday, February 24, 2018

And Enough Material For That Series To Be Renewed

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Fresh on the heels of yesterday's tale of Farmer H's foibles...another food faux pas came to light this evening shortly after sunset...
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Friday, February 23, 2018

Pretty Sure I Have Enough Material For A Series

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I realize Farmer H has been sick lately. And he might be feeling a bit out of sorts. So I'm cutting him a break on his buttholey behavio...
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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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