Monday, February 16, 2026

Nothing is Certain but Death and Taxes, and People Not Doing Their Job Correctly

Last week, on the heels of the kerfuffle that was holding up our payment for HIS LAND, Hick got a letter from the county clerk. Actually, it was addressed to both of us. It was a notice. 

DELINQUENT TAXES!

Let the record show that Val pays the taxes. There is a plethora of tax bills sent to our hillbilly mansion. From the personal property items to the mansion itself upon 10 acres, the 10 acres next to the BARn field, the upper 10 acres (which we sold last year), Pony House, (which is still in our name as it's being paid off by The Pony, who reimburses us), Bargain House, and five assorted lots which we do nothing with and are trying to unload. 

I know the taxes we owed were paid, because I wrote out the checks for them, and Hick took them to the courthouse to pay, when he went to buy his new business license and pay his business taxes. In fact, I was a bit upset when Hick reported that the worker who took his payments said snidely, "She could have written just one check." No. I write separate checks for the bigger properties, and then one for the five assorted properties, with an itemization of their addresses in the memo line on the check. If there's one thing I know about dealing with government entities, it's CYA. Checks are a record of payment. The gal who took Hick's payments the previous year had complimented Hick on my attention to detail. I was VALidated!

Anyhoo... we also sold one of those five assorted properties last year. The lake lot(s). Our last deal with Realtor. We had quite a laugh at the closing, about the tax bill of $5.18 being pro-rated and a portion of it reimbursed in our check. So we were not supposed to get a tax bill for it in November, since it was no longer ours. As expected, we did NOT get a tax bill for that property.

THEN THE DELINQUENT LETTER! Which was for that lake property. Now there was a penalty! And the amount owed was $5.85! Of course we got it on a Friday afternoon. Everything was closed by the time Hick brought in the mail. So I stewed over it all weekend.

"WHY are we getting a delinquent tax notice? That's not even our responsibility now."

"Probably the bill got sent to the new owners. Maybe they didn't pay it."

"But it's in OUR NAME! Shouldn't the title company have handled that? They did the paperwork. It should show that we're not the owners. We paid our part of the tax when we sold it."

"Maybe the title company didn't get it recorded. Or maybe the people at the assessor's office didn't get it recorded. That's probably what happened. I'll go by the title company and show them this letter."

Which I thought Hick would do on Monday, but he was so busy with his harem and his SUS2.5 that he waited until later in the week. He said the gal we always deal with at the title company said she'd take care of it. I still like that office, and want to do our closings there.

Hick kept saying it was no big deal. Yeah. Until he goes to renew a car license, or (finally) get my name spelled right on his new old trailer registration. Missouri requires proof of paid taxes for such licensing. So we'd be listed as having delinquent taxes, and Hick would have to find proof that we don't owe anything. A big headache.

Supposedly, it's being taken care of.

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