Only Dull People are Brilliant at Breakfast

There are two phases of my life:

1. The anti-morning phase: 23 years.*

2. The morning phase: 8 months.

This being the case, I can have some sympathy with Oscar Wilde's addage from An Ideal Husband, the title of my blog. Along with "I always carry my journal with me. One should always have something sensational to read on the train" (Gwendolen, The Importance of Being Ernest).  Only, as you might suspect, I don't keep a regular journal.

You will likely not see any pictures of breakfast, or mornings. In fact, you may not see many pictures at all, if things keep up at the rate they are going. But, I'll have you know I've finally created the blog I've so long promised. Feel free to visit my equally sparse other blogs. You know, once I manage to figure out how to attach them to this site.

--Melissa

*This statement's accuracy relies upon my mother's account that I have "always been a night person." I myself can't vouch for the fact before five years of age.