I've been thinking;

-have I just expected too much from the universe to furnish me a smooth and unsullied V Day? (since it was my first time to celebrate Hearts Day, married.) All "firsts" count, you know....

-or; maybe I needed someone to swallow my bitter pill because there has been some irritating issues going on lately...

Admittedly, my V Day turned out to be a disaster! Initially, hubby mentioned something early that day, which was like a stone thrown out to a placid lake that caused wavelets of distemper.  As when the calm water of sanity is about to disperse the ripples of annoyances, another stone was thrown out - MY GIFT from hubby!! - which looked like more of a floral arrangement for All Souls Day, rather than for annual celebration of Lovapalooza!  THere! The ripple became a wave and the wave became a tsunami;  I lost my temper and threw a hissy fit. I made someone ask the flower shop if they could just rearrange the flowers into a bouquet instead for I couldn't bear the thought that if it remained that way, hubby's gift will just shoot directly to the garbage can after I got home. 

In retrospect, setting aside galling issues between me and hubby, I think I asserted my own right to be happy that day. I mean, hubby exerted effort despite our distance and he paid quiet a dear amount just to profess and reassure his undying love for me. Afterall, I think the flower shop gained more profit by having recovered the pot and the motley of leaves....