1. I fell off Sparky, a Shetland pony, onto a gravel road.  Tore up my elbows.
  2. I spilled a gallon of honey onto the carpet of my car once.  Honey is hell to clean up.
  3. I spilled my guts in a men's group on a Tuesday night in 1981.  Impossible to clean up.
  4. I spilled a bean soup on our white couch.  Just about didn't survive that one either.
  5. I went down on gravel, again, on my bike.  Just outside of the Millstone.  A lesser injury than most received there.
  6. I spilled my tax documents on 28th Avenue once.  Got blood on them retrieving them.  Mailed 'em anyway.
  7. Work at St. Jude Medical spilled into my private life frequently.  Thanks, Maureen.  Much stress.
  8. I spill tea on my granite counter most mornings.  Cleans up easy though.
  9. I spilled thousands of M&Ms onto Adele once.  That was fun.
  10. I spilled a lot of ink trying to get published.  I don't weep over spilled ink.  Any more.

Here's a scary spill I was spared.