Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
The Road To Hillmomba
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.
The Road To Hillmomba
About Me
- Hillbilly Mom
- I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
Contact Me
hillbillymom@gmail.com
Followers
My Boy's Android Apps (Click these links on an Android device to see them):
Blog Archive
-
▼
2011
(206)
-
▼
May
(29)
- Hen Fruit Hoarder
- Somebody Needs To
- All Good Things Come In Threes
- The World-Class Manipulator
- An Old Classic Comes To Life
- The Day Everybody Had To Stay After School
- I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Dehumidifiers
- Guess What
- I See A Bad Bird A-Rising
- It's Better To Give
- The Mutual Backscratchers' Society
- The Ows Of May
- Flying The Coop
- One Giant Sigh Of Relief
- The Blind Reading To The Blind
- I Can't Help Myself
- Would A Perv, By Any Other Name, Still Be A Big Ol...
- The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of
- All Over But The Whinin'
- The P-O List, 1-5
- A Bridge To Fear
- Would Mother's Day, By Any Other Name, Still Taste...
- Clogging The Playground
- The Penny Master
- A Refresher Course Is In Order
- The Emperor Of Cornville
- Yes And No
- That's Not A Good Defense
- Another Sign Of The Apocalypse
-
▼
May
(29)
4 comments:
Yeah, for me, too. Then the pool will be open every day and I will be stuck in the store all day long.
Kathy,
In a way, my reprieve is your sentence.
Can you believe tornados and loss of power can't close the school here in Diamond?? They are going in tomorrow ..and talk is they still have to go Thurs and Fri to make up snow days.. ridiculous..
Jennifer,
Nothing a school does would surprise me anymore. They might as well start building handbaskets in wood shop.
Post a Comment