Dale's Birthday

Today is Dale's birthday, 65 years old. Gosh he is really getting old, like I tell him, "years older than I am".
We’d driven from San Diego to Santa Barbara to bake but then it didn’t work out. Yesterday the kitchen wasn’t available to us so we headed home.
I washed a huge load of Dale’s whites as he was out of everything. As I opened the washer door I was horrified to see that the entire load was now PINK. Not just pink, but a hot pink. I found that my red Bejing Olympics tee had been included in the wash.
I was so upset but then started laughing at the site of Dale wearing a hot pink t-shirt, undies and socks. Then laughed so hard I couldn’t stop. I went outside where Dale was washing the car and between laughing told him about his new clothes for his birthday and we both had a good laugh.
He refuses to wear his hot pink socks though.