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.

Thursday, July 2, 2026

Farmer H Gets A Manly Pedi

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Tuesday evening, I sat on the short couch, ripping off my velcro leg wraps, and peeling off the support stockings that trap my feet 23 hours...
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Wednesday, July 1, 2026

Therapy Might Rub Some People The Wrong Way

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Have I mentioned that I've been going to leg therapy for the last two months? Maybe just in passing. I certainly am not one to dwell on ...
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Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Casino Road Tales: Barefoot And Petty

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You'd think that being the only winner on this casino trip would have rendered Farmer H to a tolerable mellowness for the trip home. You...
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Monday, June 29, 2026

Casino Road Tales: Bending Facts

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Because Farmer H was driving, we listened to country music in A-Cad. It's usually on a local station, but we get out of range about half...
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Sunday, June 28, 2026

Casino Road Tales: Always In The Wrong

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I'm sure you know by now that Mrs. HM is always wrong. Anything proclaimed by Farmer H is the absolute truth. It's his world, and Mr...
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Saturday, June 27, 2026

An Unfortunate Turn Of Events

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Errand Day switched from Thursdays to Friday this week. We went to the casino on Thursday. Nothing to report about that. The Pony was having...
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Friday, June 26, 2026

Farmer H Gets Served

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The Pony made tacos on Wednesday. They were chicken tacos. According to The Pony, the ingredients were chicken, garlic, red onion, rice, and...
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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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