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, June 7, 2021

Welcome Back My Friends, To The World's-Smallest-Violin-Serenaded Pity Party That Never Ends

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I keep hearing my second-best old ex-teaching buddy Karen's mocking sing-song voice in my head. "When will she E-E-E-VER learn?...
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Sunday, June 6, 2021

Wade With Me Once Again, Through The Brackish Waters Of Stagnant Customer Service

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Put on your hip boots! CROCs won't do! There's something nasty here that might cause festering if you're thin-skinned. Saturday,...
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Saturday, June 5, 2021

Like The Inmates And Lepers Before Him

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Farmer H must have lost his mind. He bought something for ME at the auction last week, and also something for the Mansion. Not only was he t...
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Friday, June 4, 2021

And Now, In A Totally Shocking Change Of Subject...

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Nah! I'm lying. Bait-and-switch. I fished you in, but now I'm on the same old topic:   NOBODY THESE DAYS CAN DO A JOB RIGHT!  I know...
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Thursday, June 3, 2021

It Ain't Exactly Money For Nothin', But It's Close

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The Pony worked nine hours on Wednesday. You might think he came home exhausted. You'd think wrong. He came home FLABBERGASTED.    ...
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Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Hope We Don't Have To Rebuild Him

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The Pony had his first paid holiday this week. I'm sure he learned that sometimes, a day off is more trouble than it's worth. Let th...
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Tuesday, June 1, 2021

A Blizzard Too Pure, Like The Driven Snow

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We didn't go anywhere or do anything on Monday. Except for my 44 oz Diet-Coke-procuring mission to town. Nobody parked too close to T-Ho...
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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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