My Fruit of the Looms are sweatier than yours are!

Well, it's come to this. We were outside yesterday evening. I mowed the front lawn; Bob dug a hole and planted a Rudbeckia. He also watered. So we were outside working. When we came in, all hot and sweaty, I said, "Look how wet my undies are!"  Bob claimed his were even wetter. And he may be right. I'll spare you the pictures of sweat-soaked underwear. Oh for a balmy dry day in the 70s ....