My lactose intolerance began far ago in a long-away land known as Meredith Used to Only Eat Bread and Cheese. I have looked far and wide into milk alternatives for my iced coffee with a splash of cran, and I thought that I would share them with you.
I had come to a crossroads. To my left, the iPhone in all its glory -- its shiny video capacity and websurfing, its bells and whistles. To the right was my trusty Blackberry -- lonely and deactivated in my car. I knew what I had to do.
Instead of watching election coverage, I am here, slogging away in my Victoria's Secret Pink jammiez (might I add that Bethenny Frenkel owns the exact pair, that she wore all the time while pregnant, womp) for all your reading pleasure.