Feb. 12, 2010 | 8:29 p.m. | Margarita + salt | Sec. 121, Row D, Seat 2, Blues game
Free seats. Free food. Free drinks. Free spills. Free thrills.
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spill1: (spil) vt.
1 to cause or allow, especially accidentally or unintentionally, to run, fall, or flow over from a container, usually so as to result in loss or waste [who spilled the milk?]
Well, Mr. Webster, I spilled the milk – and more than once! There is nothing like a little (or big!) spill to keep us humble. What is life if we can't laugh at our own idiosyncrasies?
Though I am a photographer, this is no attempt at a "professional" spill photo blog. I will use whatever tool I have at the time to document my spill, be it a borrowed iPhone, point-and-shoot or digital SLR camera. The photos I post will not be judged on sharpness, composition or quality. Afterall, this blog is a confession of imperfection.
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