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, July 9, 2019

Laughter May Be The Best Medicine, But It's A Pretty Darn Good Wake-Up Call, Too

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It's an ill-kept secret that Mrs. HM sleeps late. Goes to bed between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m., and rises around 9:30 or 10:00. The scammer ca...
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Monday, July 8, 2019

Cat On A Hot Wood Shelf

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There's nothing interesting going on around the Mansion these days. So I have nothing to share with you other than the pets. This i...
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Sunday, July 7, 2019

When Sugar And Spice Will Not Suffice

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Here's a tale from Farmer H's Storage Unit Store. Let the record show that Hillmomba is a rural area, and most families have a gun...
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Saturday, July 6, 2019

Doggone Farmer H

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In the continuing saga of New Dog Marley... When we took in HOS's dog after he moved to town, the plan was to keep Marley penned fo...
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Friday, July 5, 2019

The Prisoner Of Chick-Pen-Da

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Here's a well-kept secret: we have a new pet here at the Mansion. We didn't plan on getting a new pet. We have my Sweet, Sweet Jun...
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Thursday, July 4, 2019

The Frog Is Beginning To Simmer

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For anybody who thought I'd lost my dang mind a few days ago, ranting about how Farmer H's medical team is trying to slowly kill him...
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Wednesday, July 3, 2019

The Gas Station Chicken Store Is A Saucy Temptress

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Every day when I belly up to the checkout counter at The Gas Station Chicken Store, I look at the culinary delights that have been set befor...
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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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