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.

Friday, January 31, 2020

I Don't Mean To Brag, But I Have Discovered The Perfect Cure...

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Excuse me. Just a minute. I'm busy shining my fingernails on my lapel, getting ready to take a bow when I'm awarded a patent, and mo...
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Thursday, January 30, 2020

The Chicken Smotherer

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I dashed into Country Mart on Wednesday, for bananas, bread, and Diet Coke. Of course I figured that as long as I was whipping out the deb...
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020

NoTown Records

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I didn't go to town on Monday! I don't know how long I'd gone without missing, but I'm pretty sure I broke my own record. Th...
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Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Mrs. HM Tears A Page From Farmer H's Soup Book

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It's no secret that Farmer H likes his vegetable beef soup piled high over the edges of the bowl. In fact, he doesn't need a bowl at...
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Monday, January 27, 2020

Day Three In The Continuing Saga Of The Dog De-Honkerer

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Sunday morning, with Farmer H away at his Storage Unit Store, I had the house to myself. I can turn the TV volume down then. And undistracte...
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Sunday, January 26, 2020

One Creature, Late And Small

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Farmer H was given orders to dose Marley with honey three times a day for his goose-honking cough. It's not rocket science. Farmer H did...
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Saturday, January 25, 2020

I Play One On The Innernets

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Since I diagnose my own quasi-illnesses on the innernets, I figured I might as well give Marley a virtual checkup. I have come to the conclu...
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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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