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.

Monday, November 25, 2019

A Shaming Trilogy, Part 2: Caught In The Act

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Saturday, Farmer H took me to the casino to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. We both lost money, but it was expendable income which w...
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Sunday, November 24, 2019

A Shaming Trilogy, Part 1: Every Mansion Has Its Pooper

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Farmer H and I had a little talk when he came home early from his Storage Unit Store on Saturday. Oh, he wasn't rushing home to see me. ...
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Saturday, November 23, 2019

Hillbilly Mom, Possible Crime Chaser

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You know my imagination runs wild, right? All kinds of wicked scenarios pop into my head when I observe something that seems a little bit of...
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Friday, November 22, 2019

No Rest For The Wicked Weary

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Sweet Gummi Mary! It is 1:54 a.m. as I sit in my LIGHTED basement lair and type this. Oh, don't think that Farmer H fixed my fluorescent...
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Thursday, November 21, 2019

Farmer H Plans, Juno Suffers

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I have noticed over the last week that my Sweet, Sweet Juno is ravenous when I greet her on my way to the garage. She's overly excited a...
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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Rejection: All In A Day's Not-Work For Mrs. HM

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It's feast or famine at The Gas Station Chicken Store. And I'm not talking about their delicious fried poultry. No, I'm either t...
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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Let's Be Proud Of Farmer H

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Just a couple days after the La-Z-Boy Pretzel , our old Farmer is growing up. Learning from his mistakes. Almost able to take care of himsel...
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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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