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, October 2, 2018

Mrs. HM Gets Spooked

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October is barely upon us, and Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is already jumpy. It's not the paranormal that scares her these days. It's the rea...
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Monday, October 1, 2018

Sometimes, You Gotta Let Your Arm Get Twisted

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I've been on a losing streak lately with my scratchers. Unless you count those three $100 winners I had a month ago. Of course I don...
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Sunday, September 30, 2018

Mrs. HM, The Hot-Blooded Killer

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There's been a bit of chill in the air this week. Temps down into the 50s overnight. Not inside the Mansion, of course. We don't hav...
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Saturday, September 29, 2018

Just Puddling Along

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A few days ago, I noticed some ominous seepage as I walked past the kitchen table. I remembered that Farmer H had bought his own Diet Mounta...
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Friday, September 28, 2018

Catastrophe at Negative Nine Feet

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Oops! Might as well call me a Y2K version of Brittany Spears! Because I did it again. Saturday night, I toppled my double-cupped 44 oz Diet ...
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Thursday, September 27, 2018

Discomfort Food: Fried Chicken

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Just like Will Rogers never met a man he didn't like...Mrs. HM never ate fried chicken she didn't like. Of course, some fried chicke...
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Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Irregularities Are Allowed For Regulars

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I really can't thank Farmer H enough for bringing me cake and fried chicken home from his class reunion. I'm getting at least four b...
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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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