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, April 2, 2022

Making Pain Out Of Nothing At All

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Old People Problems! Mrs. HM's body had betrayed her once again! I left home Friday with two perfectly functioning shoulders, and return...
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Friday, April 1, 2022

The Shasta Saga Continues...

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Farmer H had proclaimed he would get my Shasta Diet Cola on Thursday. I made sure to tell him that Save A Lot opens at 8:00. That's when...
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Thursday, March 31, 2022

The Elusive Shasta

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When I was recovering from my Unfortunate HospitVALzation, I lost my tast for Diet Coke. The fountain 44 oz and otherwise. I was mixing Farm...
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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

A GOOD Example Of Customer Service

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Tuesday, I bought gas for T-Hoe, and some lottery tickets at the Sis-Town Casey's. I had a friendly cashier, who rang up my purchases ju...
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Tuesday, March 29, 2022

A Picture You Don't Want To See

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The Pony continues to take pictures along his route. I am deliberately not showing you the one we will be discussing today. In fact, I didn...
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Monday, March 28, 2022

The Street With A Thirst For Carnage

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On Saturday, I was over in Sis-Town to mail my first letter to Genius since I returned home from my Unfortunate HospitVALzation. I haven...
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Sunday, March 27, 2022

It's Almost As If Someone Is Trying To Send A Message

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Yet AGAIN, I awakened in the early morning hours to see that on the TV screen was a symbol I hold dear: The LADYBUG!   Friday night, I had b...
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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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