My Father Knows His Geography..

I worked up quite a sweat this morning while moving boxes around, and my father astutely announced: "You sweat Brazil, huh?"

Flashes of Carnival in Rio, women in dental floss bikinis and tropical sand being kicking in the mid-day sun sprayed into my mind. But why would that make any sense at this moment?

With my puzzled look, my father goes ,"I meant your shirt. Your sweat looks like the shape of Brazil."

How my father would see my perspiration of a country in South America is my dad at his best. Though, if I had sweat a picture of Jesus, that would have made for a more interesting tale... ;)