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, November 29, 2024

I Was Thrilled To Win $100 On A Scratcher, Then I Met A Man Who Won More Without Buying A Ticket

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Thanksgiving this year fell on our anniversary date. That makes 35 years of matrimony for Mrs. HM and Farmer H. We didn't plan anything ...
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Thursday, November 28, 2024

Thanks, Even Steven, For Giving

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Of course I am thankful for the health of all the Hillbilly relatives, and our Mansion, and my fleabags and the new pup that has decided he ...
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Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Unintentionally Agitating The Birds

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Tuesday morning, I boiled 30 eggs. Two cartons I had bought for that purpose, and six others that had been in FRIG II for a while. One of th...
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Tuesday, November 26, 2024

A Good Day For Mrs. HM

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You were almost robbed of a post today, because Mrs. HM has nothing to complain about. Instead, I will share how The Universe took a day off...
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Monday, November 25, 2024

Genius Consults The Source For Some Devilish Advice

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We rarely hear from Genius these days. Just a picture here and there from a trip he's on. I write him a letter every week. Sometimes I...
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Sunday, November 24, 2024

A Stray-Walker With A Conscience

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It's no secret that Mrs. HM despises  looks askance at people walking across parking lots directly into the already-moving path of T-Hoe...
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Saturday, November 23, 2024

Mrs. HM, The Confrontationalist

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Most days, Mrs. HM slides through life not making waves, her picture next to milquetoast in the dictionary. Remember the dictionary? Anyhoo....
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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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