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, May 31, 2018

Special Delivery

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Yesterday I shared my poop box with you! No, you don't have to thank me. I'm selfless like that. It was my pleasure. And now, since ...
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Wednesday, May 30, 2018

The Poop Box

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There's something kind of satisfying about making Farmer H take some responsibility. Friday evening, for example, when we heard a knock ...
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Tuesday, May 29, 2018

It Would Have Been A Poor Reflection On The Gas Station Chicken Store

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Friday I entered The Gas Station Chicken Store to the sound of banging. No, the Lady Owner and her husband weren't gettin' busy! It ...
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Monday, May 28, 2018

Holiday Hot Dogs

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It's Memorial Day, when we here in Hillmomba honor our fallen veterans. Seems like these days, most people honor them by throwing a barb...
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Sunday, May 27, 2018

Lack Of OTC Meds Makes Mrs. HM A Less Effective Detective

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This morning on my way to put Shiba back on the charger in front of the living room window, I saw some suspicious activity in front of the...
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Saturday, May 26, 2018

First The Parking Lot Rage, Now The Waiting Room Rage

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Actually, my waiting room rage occurred on Monday, but I'm writing about it after the parking lot rage. Monday, I had a regular 6-mont...
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Friday, May 25, 2018

A More Aggessive Woman Might Have Beaten The Starch Out Of Her

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The Universe continues to conspire against Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. Thursday I went to Save A Lot, and all the parking spots on the store side ...
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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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