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, March 31, 2024

The Meat Master Assists

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I spent Saturday getting food ready for our Easter feast on Sunday. It's a thankless job, but makes the Mansion smell delicious, and at ...
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Saturday, March 30, 2024

Mrs. HM Is Not The DumbRumpus Here

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Good Friday found Mrs. HM in 10Box, buying her Easter fixin's. That's because she rarely consults a calendar, and as recently as Mon...
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Friday, March 29, 2024

She's Quite A Traffic-Stopper

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I lost my dang internet (bet you thought I was going to say MIND, didn't you) on Thursday at 12:30. I sent a text to Farmer H, who said ...
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Thursday, March 28, 2024

Whose Job Is It, Anyway?

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As long as there are clerks in convenience stores, Mrs. HM will never run out of things to complain write about! Wednesday, I went in the L...
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Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Why Mrs. HM Cheats

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Here's another example of why Mrs. HM cheats. Parks T-Hoe farther to the right side of a parking space rather than in the center. Especi...
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Tuesday, March 26, 2024

She Couldn't Buy A Clue, Or Even Accept The One Handed To Her

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Welp! Monday I saw a rare sight. Rarer than a unicorn, though not as aesthetically pleasing. It was a young gal who could not use technology...
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Monday, March 25, 2024

A Leftover Farmer H Will Eat

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Last week I made chicken pot pie. It used up some boneless skinless chicken breasts in FRIG II's freezer. Okay, they were a couple month...
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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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