Birthday horoscope??

My horoscope this morning said something about "the world beating a path to my door . . . be sure to be home to enjoy it."

What actually beat a path to our house was our neighbor's car. For the second time in two years, she smacked into the side of our house backing out of her garage. This time she didn't do nearly as much damage to the house, but plastic car parts were scattered all over our driveway.

If the young woman had stopped, rung our doorbell, we probably would have let her pay for it, not even called the insurance company. As it was, she blithely drove off to work. Both Jane and I heard the crash and raced to different windows (upstairs and down) to see what had happened.

Under the cirumstances, we called our insurance, the police, her cellphone voicemail, and her insurance company, in about that order. The property damage is too slight to be worth criminal charges but we now have an official incident report on file. I would never go to this trouble for a first time problem, but this is not the first time . . .

Not how I wanted spend the morning of my 63rd birthday. (Thank you, brother, for the birthday wishes!)