Fire Fighting Tales from Rural Maine: Brick shithouses

My friend, upon seeing me this weekend: "Wow! You're built like a brick shithouse!"

My immediate *thought*: "Well...I think I'm built more like an inflatable bouncy house or possibly a marshmallow yoga house, if that's a thing?...but brick shithouse works, too."

(And being a Mainer, which by definition means I have some experience in shithouses, I also instantly thought, "Whatever it's made of, I hope there are no spiders in my shithouse!)

But what I said out loud was, "Ha ha! Um...thank you! :-) You look like a tanned little hard body!" (Somewhat less poetical than "brick shithouse," but definitely true.)

:-)