I can cook.

Yesterday when I was waiting for the bus home, I was standing next to this older woman. She was holding a grocery bag and it wasn't very full. She was looking at all of the things she had just bought. When she pulled out a single serving Stouffers box and started reading the box, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of dread and slight panic:

"OH MY GOD. I DON'T WANT TO BE THE LONELY OLD WOMAN WHO EATS STOUFFERS!!!!"

And just as I had predicted, when I told Lydia about it, she laughed and said, "Oh, don't worry. You won't eat Stouffers."

Because I can cook. Sure, I'll be old and alone, but at least I won't be eating Stouffers.

So I've got that going for me, which is nice. (Aaaand cue the theme from Caddyshack. I'm alright.)