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, December 3, 2021

Spare The SarCOUGHagus, Soil The Child('s Close Contacts)

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Never a dull moment for Mrs. HM at the Gas Station Chicken Store! I was paying for my scratchers and magical elixir on Tuesday, when a woman...
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Thursday, December 2, 2021

Reports Of My "Lateness" Have Been Greatly Blown Out Of Proportion

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Sweet Gummi Mary! If this short couch could talk! IF it could talk, after first saying, "Get your ample rumpus offa me!" it would ...
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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

They Are Making Me Mighty Suspicious

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Around noon on Sunday, I called in my prescription refills. The automated system told me that my refills would be ready by 10:30 on Monday. ...
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Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Mrs. HM Pays It Forward, But Not In Cash

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After TWO people gave Mrs. HM cuts in line on the SAME DAY, you can bet she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. That level of kindness h...
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Monday, November 29, 2021

The Good Deeds Continue

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I left Country Mart after being given a line jump by that sweet lady with a full cart, and headed for the Gas Station Chicken Store for my m...
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Sunday, November 28, 2021

Warming Mrs. HM's Cockles

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Friday, I ran in Country Mart to pick up some bananas. Some marketing genius has set up a table of Little Debbie Cakes on the narrow entry f...
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Saturday, November 27, 2021

Another Cryptic Message From Farmer H

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Living with Farmer H is not a walk in the park. Not a bicycle-built-for-two ride. Not a picnic. You have to constantly be on your toes, one ...
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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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