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.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Thanks, But No Thanks

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I stop short of making this Incident # 1368 in Farmer H's list of infractions of the Hillbilly Mom Rules. He only gets a break because h...
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Friday, March 30, 2018

Incident Number 1,367 That Is Going On Farmer H's Permanent Record

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Stranger than fiction! Farmer H cooked his own lunch Thursday! Of course, with the good...also comes the bad. Even Steven is not floating ...
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Thursday, March 29, 2018

Does This Picture Make My Rear-End Look Fat?

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Poor T-Hoe. I set out to take a flattering picture. Really. I wanted to send it to my sister the ex-mayor's wife, to show her HOW CLEAN ...
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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

The Dirty-Pool Holdout

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You're never going to believe this. Okay. You will. You MOST CERTAINLY WILL believe this. I'm still struggling with it, but then, Mr...
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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

The Swarm And The Ab-Norm

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Yesterday, I took The Pony's box of Easter treats to the main post office. It takes an extra day for packages to reach him. Besides, I d...
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Monday, March 26, 2018

For The Kids

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Last night I taped up the flat rate boxes (large) that I use to send the boys their holiday goodies. Not so much a care package as an I-CAR...
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Sunday, March 25, 2018

Julienning Julian

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Sweet Gummi Mary! I am too old to be jumping through hoops. I might throw out a hip. There I was, sailing along, having done my federal AN...
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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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