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The Day the Appraisal Goblins Took Over
I logged into my property tax hearing and immediately knew something was wrong. The appraiser was… three feet tall. And he was standing on my comps. Not next to them. Not reviewing them. Standing. On. Them. Like they were optional. I blinked. Once. Twice. Nope. Still there. “Good afternoon,” I said, because apparently I have…
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Crumbs and Chaos 