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.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Before You Judge Mrs. HM, Ride 19 Hours On Her Rumpus

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Having spent two days plus overtime in a car with Farmer H, you can bet that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has heard just about enough from him. Our tr...
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Friday, November 29, 2019

That Darn DISH

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Poop! They've done it again. They've messed with my remittance. Got lost in the mail... The struggle continues. I got my DISH bill...
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Thursday, November 28, 2019

I Really Don't Think Farmer H Has Caught On That I Might Be Trying To Kill Him

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Farmer H and I had our 30th wedding anniversary on Sunday. We didn't do anything special. He gave me a card, and I gave him a card. I as...
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Mrs. HM Will NOT Be Shamed!

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Saturday, Farmer H and I went to the casino and ate at the Burger Brothers inside. The restaurant was quite messy. Like nobody had cleaned u...
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Tuesday, November 26, 2019

A Shaming Trilogy, Part 3: I've Got My Eye On You

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We had no sooner left the casino on Saturday than I spied, with my little eye, Farmer H rubbing the side of his face next to A-Cad's win...
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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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I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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