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, March 31, 2023

If Mrs. HM Is There, A Weirdo Is Sure To Appear

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As I was preparing to pump T-Hoe's gas on Thursday at the Sis-Town Casey's, a weirdo came out of nowhere to speak to me. Actually, s...
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Thursday, March 30, 2023

Are Icicles Forming In Not-Heaven?

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Sweet Gummi Mary! Go out and look at the sky. Are pigs flying? Is today the 12th of Never? Did the Cleveland Browns win the Super Bowl? Can ...
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Wednesday, March 29, 2023

Counting To Six

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Here we go again... It's time to refill my regular medicines, but two of the three are out of refills. I called in all three on Monday. ...
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Tuesday, March 28, 2023

It's Going To Take A Little Time

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I am kind of numb, mourning my Sweet, Sweet Juno. They're just pets, but each one takes a little piece of your heart with them. She had ...
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Monday, March 27, 2023

R.I.P, My Sweet, Sweet Juno

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I met Farmer H at the end of the driveway on Sunday, as I was headed to town, and he was coming home from a long day at his SUS2 (Storage Un...
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Sunday, March 26, 2023

Where Oh Where

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I am concerned about my Sweet, Sweet Juno. I have not seen her since I came home Wednesday evening, and then developed my fever. Farmer H pu...
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Saturday, March 25, 2023

HM Is Not The Psychic Farmer H Imagines

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First cat out of the bag... let's establish that I am feeling MUCH better. I think I have beaten my affliction. I feel almost normal now...
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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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