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The NEW home of the OH SO PRETTY Hillbilly Mom, nestled in the heart of DoNotLand, where the Gummi Mary appeared on a plate of melted Gummi Bears and was unceremoniously half-devoured by a DoNot, and dumped in the wastebasket. The excitement of that day was rivaled only by the New Year's Day trip to Save-A-Lot, where a woman followed Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, stroked her arm, asked if she was married, and declared, "You are SO PRETTY."
About Me
- Hillbilly Mom
- I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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January
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- I Have An Excuse
- Mrs. Hillbilly Mom Gives It A Rest
- Nothin' Brewin'
- Nothin' Shakin'
- A Big Ol' Crap Sandwich
- SSDD
- The Post About Nothing
- The Mom Who Says Nay
- Even Steven Disburses The Windfall
- We Must Be Growing 4-Leaf Clovers
- He'll Even Refuse The Signing Bonus
- No Time This Time
- A Bad Case Of Rat Poisoning
- Intervention. INTERVENTION!
- Global Freezing Still In Effect
- Partial Thyroid, Chance Of Flurries
- Baby, It's Warm Inside
- I Deserve A Medal
- Help Me, Dick Halloran!
- It Could Happen To Anyone
- Gloom And Doom On The Horizon
- No Caviar Dreams For Hillbilly Mom
- Champaign Wishes
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3 comments:
Have a great rest :)
I trust you'll use this time to research Mississippi vs. Missouri incidents of redneckery.
Cazzie,
All rest and no blog makes Mrs. Hillbilly Mom better able to watch TV in her recliner under a nice warm blanket.
Sinead O,
I think I'd rather spend my time practicing a half-court basket while blindfolded, just in case my students offer me some Final Four tickets.
But on the topic, today's local paper had an article on a city council ruckus with feudin' neighbors accusing the other neighbor of causing a miscarriage due to stress of living next door, and another incident where a dude promised to do another dude's laundry, but the dirty dude wouldn't pay for it when it was done, and popped the clotheswasher with a set of brass knuckles and ran away. As one commenter put it: "Let the banjos begin."
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