The Naked Truth

We finally got to spend our first night in our new home last night. I prepared a romantic candlelit dinner for two, served on paper plates because we haven't unpacked the china yet. The salads came courtesy of Dominick's (a local supermarket) because I do not have a kitchen yet. We toasted each other with a plastic or two of champagne as we have no glasses yet.
We ate on the front porch because we have no decks yet. Nothing disturbed the calm of the still evening save for the noise of the tiler pasting up tiles on the family room chimney breast and Matt struggling to put up our new mailbox in the dark.
Despite a thunderstorm we slept well. We used a guest room because we currently only have one shipped bed. Ross woke before 7 a.m. to get ready for work. He returned from the bathroom red faced, and not because the unusual colour scheme had not had time to dry. (I'll show them who is afraid of colour!)
The painters were already hard at work on the stairs and he was forced to greet them with a cheery "good morning" stark naked!