When I was YOUNGER, I wanted to be a vet or a tightrope walker. But I have no SENSE of balance, and I can't BEAR animals dying, so I ABANDONED both ideas.
Let's SAY your child spills his or her milk, and it's the only milk you have left, and it SEEMS you're at the END of your ROPE, just remember: that milk is already spilled. There is no sense in MAKING a sad situation more stressful.
Cricket makes no sense to me. I find it BEAUTIFUL to watch and I like that they break for TEA. That is very COOL, but I don't understand. My friends from The Clash tried to explain it years and years ago, but I didn't understand what they were TALKING about.
If you write a book about a bygone period that lies EAST of the Mississippi River, then it's a HISTORICALNOVEL. If it's west of the Mississippi, it's a western, a DIFFERENT category. There's no sense to it.