Some time back, a couple of years, perhaps, I created a fictional TV series for myself. Why not? Don't cost nothin'. I think it may have been entitled The Sitcom of My Life, but I couldn't find the pilot episode, so I'll link Season 2. Now I have smaller fish to fry. Since I can think of nothing interesting to write about lately, I am going the way of 25-year-old men who come in to scrimmage against 10th grade boys at basketball open gym, and attempting to relive my glory days. So I am writing a book in my head that I tentatively refer to as Hillbilly Mom's Greatest Hits.
Hillbilly Mom's Greatest Hits is not the best of titles. For instance, I wouldn't want somebody to think Hillbilly Mom's Greatest Hits is a musical venture, like a collection of cover songs from Mommy's Got A Headache, my imaginary garage band. So I'm in the market for a clever title for my imaginary book.
This is what I've got so far:
Sh*t HM Says
The Curious Incident of the Headless Apparition in the Night-Time
The Gal Who Kicked the Rat's Nest
HM Shrugged
New Moon (the Schoolbus Saga, pt. 2)
The Wood Mansion: A Memoir
The 7 Habits of a Highly Ineffective Teacher
The Deep End of Hillmomba
House of Sand and Dirt
Of Goats and Men
The Teacher Diaries
The Catcher of the Lie
The Whining
More on this imaginary venture as it develops. I am open to your title suggestions.
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