Something to celebrate!

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I have actually done something which
before, for many years, has eluded me.

Something which occurs at regular intervals, once per calendar year in
fact, every time at the same place, same time, same date.

I have remembered, without any prompt (well, a little prompt - a teeny
weeny little prompt actually), this year.

"What", I hear the chorus of voices asking, "what is this glorious event,
occasion, happening which brings Goromoff to such joyous rapture?"

I'll tell you, then when the applause has died down to a dull roar, perhaps
you will join with me in saying, altogether now-

"Happy Birthday, Mrs. Goromoff!"

"Happy birthday, Sue, my sweet darlink" (this from me, you don't have to
say it - it might give her ideas!)

Now, ladies, isn't that clever of me to remember?

Chakolate...

It certainly is. What's your secret? How do you pull off this almost-
magical feat every year?

Oh, and Happy Happy, Mrs. G.

Sorry gentlemen if I have set any sort of precedent.

mmj1...

I am sure it was a wonderful day for Sue and my best wishes for many more.

Norma...

A hearty Happy Birthday to Mrs. G and congratulations to the other half
for hearing the hint(s).
Norma

Jean B....

Oh, gee, in the UK, the day is already over, so my birthday
wishes are now belated. And yes, you were rather clever. Now
can you teach that trick to your brethren?