A pint in a half pint pot

Those of you who know me well know that I have a fascination with words and colorful language usage - to clarify: colorful as in richly descriptive, not necessarily profane - although, as a sailor's daughter, I'm not squeamish about that either.

As I survey the incredible pile of stuff that must make its way into two bags by the end of this day, I could hear my dad's english brogue saying, "That's like trying to put a pint in a half pint pot." Interesting how many of these old adages float up in the memory with the voices of our parents or grandparents doing the honors. Yes, Dad - it surely is!