Monday, December 3, 2018

The Man Who Sprung The Moon

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If anybody could do it, Farmer H could do it. Could take a beautiful full moon, and warp it, squash it, collapse it, make it look all sprung...
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Sunday, December 2, 2018

The Good Old Days Of Wings And Videos

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When Farmer H and I got married, he moved from the apartment complex where we met into my $17,000 house in town. He did a lot of work fixing...
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Saturday, December 1, 2018

The Shaken

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Once upon an evening leery, while he snacked, meek and feary Kicked back in the La-Z-Boy eating ice cream, wishing he had more-- While he ...
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Friday, November 30, 2018

What I Need Is A Lie-Detector. And Maybe A Cone Of Silence.

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You never know which thread in life's rich tapestry is going to unravel for Mrs. HM on any given day. If you were a betting person, thou...
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Thursday, November 29, 2018

Sadly, The Saga Continues

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Seems like only yesterday ('cause it WAS) that I was ranting about Farmer H ordering me to hand him a paper plate, because he was too la...
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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

One Trip Forward And Three Plates Back

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Sweet Gummi Mary! Just a few days ago, I was thinking that Farmer H and I had this retirement thingy figured out. He was not driving me ne...
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Tuesday, November 27, 2018

A Simple Request

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Let's not forget that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom was still feeling the debilitating effects of the sickovirus on Tuesday. It was not getting bet...
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