When I grow up

I found this list of future jobs in a bag full of stuff at my parents' house on Thanksgiving. This is so hilarious and ironic to me and also bizarre.

Craft store? Check.
Interior Decorating? Check. (I mean, it's not like I get paid for it but someone's got to do it and it's not bad. I like the kitchen and our bedroom too. The rest of the house, however, is a disaster).
Broadway? Broadway?!? I guess I'll have to save that one for my 40s.

Also how funny that the date is Jan. 29 -- like that means anything all these years later. What year was it? I have no idea.