Michelangelo Buonarroti and Mrs. J. do have quite a few things in common.
Both were born in the past millennium, both March 6th.
But there's a difference:
Today was quite certainly not Mrs. J's 533rd anniversary.
Which is why there was the same procedure as every year when opening our eyes this morning.
Said I: You're looking younger than ever.
She, smiling: 'Ah, you are so charming.'
And I'd breathe a little sigh of relief
when she didn't add '... Michelangelo'.
The Peace of the Night! :)