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My boys, those rascals, know I am up before the sun. The house is dark and quiet as I come down the stairs to get the coffee started, the dog walked, the writing, written. This morning, or rather late last night, they left plastic cups strewn on the bottom of the steps of the stairs, which I, of course, stepped right on and kicked right over, creating a noisy plastic racket that even startled the dog. Scared the bejesus out of me. April Fools. April friggin' Fools. #smallstories