Ninny Poop Head!

Yesterday, at five o’clock, my brain melted after a two-hour phone conversation with a QuickBooks ProAdvisor. Gurgle! Sploosh! She hijacked my desktop, remotely, and then commandeered my mouse. Several windows opened and closed. The cursor sped across the screen, telekinetically, and then screeched to a stop at the taskbar. “Just press this!”  the ProAdvisor ordered…. Continue reading