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, September 3, 2026

I Guess I'll Survive (Part 3)

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Monday morning, I was still trying to get the prescription that I'd been given on Thursday. MONDAY I called the clinic around 8:30. Got ...
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Wednesday, September 2, 2026

I Guess I'll Survive (Part 2)

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I was back home from my NP appointment Thursday afternoon, waiting for a text that my prescriptions were ready before I went back to town. T...
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Tuesday, September 1, 2026

I Guess I'll Survive (Part 1)

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Time for me to be the star of this show again! Farmer H will just have to heal and stop doing dramatic things. I had my own doctor NP appoi...
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Monday, August 31, 2026

If It's Not One Thing, It's The Farmer

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I have been worried all week about Farmer H. You may recall that his surgery was on August 13th. On Monday, August 24th, he declared upon ar...
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Sunday, August 30, 2026

Nothing To Call My Own

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It's really hard to have anything of my own around this Mansion. Farmer H takes everything! EVERYTHING! He's done it for so long, an...
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Saturday, August 29, 2026

I Didn't Mean To Jinx Fave

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Well. This is unfortunate. No sooner had I put out my concern that Fave might be replaced as the favorite lottery ticket seller by that righ...
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Friday, August 28, 2026

Fave Beware!

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I'm not saying that Fave, my favorite cashier at the Gas Station Chicken Store, is in danger of being replaced. But those lottery machin...
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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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