Two of us are a sweaty mess.

When Hilliard finally got the door unlocked, Metcalfe was on his feet, a sweaty mess.

Would I be a sweaty mess when I got to the office?

She and Steve probably still think I'm always this shaky, sweaty mess.

The heat haze that shimmered above the ground wasn't exactly inviting: I was a sweaty mess already.

But thanks to these five tips, being a sweaty mess for the rest of the day is no longer one of them.

I was a sweaty mess.

I can't smell wonderful," she said, "I'm a sweaty mess.

Cal stretched a rubber band, then wound itthrough his hair, twisting the sweaty mess into a ponytail.