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, May 8, 2021

Super-Spreader Is The New Boogeyman

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The point of my not-trying hospital/clinic staff tale yesterday was this: If THE VIRUS is so rampant and contagious around here right now, s...
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Friday, May 7, 2021

They're Not Even TRYING Any More

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Farmer H dropped me off at the hospital door for my regular 6-month doctor (NURSE PRACTITIONER) appointment on Thursday morning. The clinic ...
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Thursday, May 6, 2021

Fried Fries, Fried Brain

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Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has earned herself a new name. The Discombobulator. Kind of like The Terminator. Only not as final.   Tuesday, I stopped ...
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Wednesday, May 5, 2021

While The Farmer's Away, Mrs. HM Won't Pay

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With Farmer H gone on his mini-vacation for three days, I've been kicking up my heels and enjoying my time that is actually MY time. No ...
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Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Rumors Of Their Closing Are Greatly Exaggerated

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The Gas Station Chicken Store has taken the signs off their door. The signs advertising that they are accepting applications, and that the...
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Monday, May 3, 2021

The Magical Unicorn Has Arrived

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It's not as exciting as getting sea monkeys, X-ray glasses, or soap that foams up black, that you've ordered off the back of a comic...
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Sunday, May 2, 2021

It's Uncanny How Even Steven Lurks In The Bushes, Waiting To Pounce

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With The Pony heading off to four days of training out-of-town this week, we had to ensure that he had the wherewithal for survival. We call...
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Hillbilly Mom
I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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