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 10, 2026

A Plan Not To My Liking

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Remember how we were all set to get an electronic fence to keep our newest dog Pepper home at night? Or any time of day, really, but the co...
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Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Speaking (Or Writing) Of The Spy-ers...

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I was not surprised last week when we got a particular piece of junk mail. It was a cardboard ad for a seminar. We get such things often, us...
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Tuesday, September 8, 2026

Those Dirty Spy-ers!

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On our way home from picking up my long-awaited prescription on Thursday, The Pony and I were talking about old school days. "I really ...
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Monday, September 7, 2026

My New Best Friend

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This is my new best friend. This little LED flashlight that is emblazoned with the name and phone number of our credit union. I don't ev...
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Sunday, September 6, 2026

I Would Rather Pepper Just Get Peppered

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There's trouble in paradise! Farmer H got a text from our across-the-road neighbor on Wednesday evening. He said, "Your new dog is ...
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Saturday, September 5, 2026

I Guess I'll Survive (Part 5)

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The Ol' Universe was rolling on the floor, clutching its universe-y innards, hee-hawing at the continuing shenanigans with Mrs. HM's...
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Friday, September 4, 2026

I Guess I'll Survive (Part 4)

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It shouldn't be so hard to get a prescription filled. Here it was, Wednesday, and I'd been trying since the previous Thursday. Even ...
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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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