Dulcenea commits suicide
I was telecommuting yesterday. Eldest was in school and the wife took the other three on a play date down in The Free State which meant she'd be gone all day. At lunch I had to run some errands so I was gone for about 40 minutes. When I came back, I went to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. I look down and the floor is wet. The liquid on the floor is vaguely pink. The cabinets on either side of the puddle on the floor are also wet. WTF? I look up to see if this has somehow come from the ceiling. No, bone dry there. The window is too far away... Leaking sink? Not sure. I tentatively touch the liquid and brace myself as I smell it. It's sweet. Almost sickly sweet. Looking over I see the countertop is soaked. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On? Then I remember I bought a Dulcinea watermelon at the Stupid Market the other day as they were on sale. (Basically, it's just a small watermelon. The name is just a marketing thing so you don't feel bad spendin...