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.

Sunday, April 30, 2023

Mrs. HM Is Salty Tonight

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Farmer H had plans for Saturday night. He told me on Friday night, just before he went to bed around 9:00, when I asked what he wanted for s...

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Saturday, April 29, 2023

Until It Wasn't

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Thursday was definitely one of those days ... until it wasn't. When I got home, Farmer H had brought me "lunch" from the Senio...

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Friday, April 28, 2023

One Of Those Days

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Rain was forecast for my errand day. Farmer H and I watched the morning weather, and it looked like we would get little to nothing. Maybe a ...

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Thursday, April 27, 2023

The Loiterers

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I was surprised early last week when I parked at Country Mart and saw a sign on their glass doors: No Loitering. Huh. I have not noticed any...

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Wednesday, April 26, 2023

Farmer H's Friend Indeed

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Since Farmer H has returned to working in his SUS2 (Storage Unit Store 2), he sometimes debates how early to leave the Mansion. "I told...

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Tuesday, April 25, 2023

The Problem, Perhaps, With T-Hoe

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A few days ago, I was coming home from town around 5:30. Temps were in the upper 70s. When I got to our gravel road, I put down my window. I...

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Monday, April 24, 2023

Farmer H Lives In A Different World

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I live in Hillmomba. Farmer H lives in Denial. There is a problem with T-Hoe, so I sent Farmer H out to take him for a test drive down the g...

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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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