Today, December 27th, I foolishly went to the court-house to pay my property taxes. For some reason I thought I would waltz in, pay the clerk, and be on my merry way.
Um, no. There were at least 70 people in line. I started to walk to the end of the line, announced that I thought I could find a better way to handle this, asked the clerk (my husband’s cousin) if all would be well if my submission were postmarked by Dec. 31st.
He said, “Yes.”
I told him that was what I was going to do.
He said, “Good idea.”
Guess what? The check is in the mail.