Mardi Gras is officially over tomorrow, so put your shirts down, drop those beads and celebrate the best day ever: Fat Tuesday!  I like to think of every Tuesday (or every day, for that matter) as Fat Tuesday, so I’m more than ready to celebrate.

A day devoted to all culinary indulgences? Sign. me. up.

Care to join me? Well, you can start by getting a free stack o’ pancakes at IHOP (much love to you, IHOP!), then move onto some of my favorite fatty indulgences. Click on the pics to find out where you can get your hands on such delicious celebratory snacks.

What are your favorite Fat Tuesday treats?

This time it involves food. And not just any food, peanut butter.

Peanut butter has been the one constant in my life over the past 4 years. When boys upset me, I turned to peanut butter on a spoon. When friends upset me, I turned to peanut butter mixed with vanilla ice cream. When my jeans got too tight from all that PB on a spoon/in ice cream, I turned to peanut butter Power Bars to fuel my workouts. And when I got sick of working out and instead wanted to numb the pain, I smoked some pot and then turned to PB and Cheese crackers.

Peanut butter was my friend when I was feeling lonely, and my support base when I needed it most.

And now those f**kers in Blakely, Georgia have gone and ruined it for me. According to news reports, the people of Blakely are behind this whole peanut butter emergency; their factory was full of bacteria (not to mention roaches) and they knew their products were testing positive for Salmonella…but shipped them out anyway.

And now the country is freaking out and everyone is pulling my precious peanut butter products from store shelves. Even organic products! No one knows how widespread this outbreak is or when it will be resolved, so we all just have to sit tight as more and more products get added to the list.

So, thanks, people of Blakely, Georgia. Thanks a lot! My only saving grace in this moment of emotional stress is the knowledge that my precious Girl Scout Tagalongs were not affected.

OMFG! Did you hear that it’s Girl Scout Cookie season!? Hell yeah! I walked past a table of those delectable little cookies cute little troopers yesterday on my way to class. And let’s just say I enjoyed a few (Ok, an entire box of) Tagalongs during a 2 hour lecture.

I don’t know who came up with these treats, but my hat is off to you!

There is something for everyone – even the health conscious out there. And you don’t even have to feel bad about eating them, because you are doing a good deed just by buying them! There are so many different kinds that I feel bad choosing a favorite (kinda like my parents…who obviously chose me), but I definitely have a soft spot in my heart – and on my ass – for the Peanut Butter Tagalongs. So. effing. good.

Which ones are your favorites?

No matter what the situation, you’re faced with one uncertainty: to go commando? That is the question.

A question that now every lady can fix with a brilliant answer. Disposable underoos!

Handbag friendly and wrapped up tightly, these surprisingly cute panties could easily be mistaken for your tube of lipstick (wouldn’t that be mortifying?).

Looks like the lovely people at Tagalongs are finally understanding all our unsatisfied womanly needs.

Besides, even if you did remember to pack extra underwear, let’s say your feisty drive (and unfortunate dry spell) had given you the courage to finally seduce that cute guy in your Lit class. Still, who wants undies floating around your purse? It’d be asking for potential humiliation. Or your drunk best friend fumbling around inside your bag for some lip gloss and…wallah! Your polka-dot thong is dangling from her fingers up in air. “WHAT ARE THEEEEESE?,” she slurs. Ah, not that this has happened to me or anything.

Regardless, I’ve already ordered ten pairs. One important thing to remember though, if the ‘roos are being used post-sleepover, make sure to locate your other pair…I only say this in accordance to two guys down the hall freshman year, who made it a game to add all scored pairs of panties to a “museum” on their wall. Don’t let your sloppy rendezvous become an artifact! Better to go commando.