In my house, there is a Scissor Imp. Doesn’t matter what I am doing with scissors, I set them down, the Scissor Imp scrambles over and moves them to a place I’d never even think of looking. I have seriously used four pairs of scissors in wrapping a Christmas gift, because I had to make four cuts and go find new scissors after each one.
I am always losing the following:
Keys I am ALWAYS losing my leys. Sometimes I find them right away, sometimes I need to root around. It sucks, I find lately I am sabotaging myself, I am putting them in weird places.
My Bank Card It’s embarassing, really. I actually have emptied my purse at the checkout looking for the damn thing and when I can’t find it, handed it off to my SO and said, “Honey, I can’t find it.” He usually finds my cad inside 5 seconds.
My Company ID how sad is it when my SO actually starts putting it away for me, so that come the next mornig when I am madly rushing around, he can tell me where it is? Once I got a new one made. I had looked everywhere, gone through everything in my purse and had given up. Shortly before the new one arrived, I found it, in my purse, in plain view.
It’s important to note I have a small purse, not a huge bag
I very seldom lose things, but my husband was on the brink of murder or divorce. It seems he didn’t like me constantly calling him at work because my keys were locked in the car. It wouldn’t have been so bad except half the time the darn thing was still running! His buddies at work chipped in and bought me a spare key to keep in my wallet :eek:
I lost my virginity about 15 years ago. The thing is, I remember where I lost it and I’ll be damned if I’m going back to get it.
Tape measures. Those little buggers have legs I tell ya! The last time I moved I got all my tools together in one place and had 15 of the damned things. But can I find one when I need it?
Apparently thr critical mass for tools is around 50. When we moved I counted 52 screwdrivers. Now I have a fairly good chance of finding a screwdriver when I need one. Unfortunately it’s usually the wrong blade type.
BTW, I had a female friend once who swore that if you were celibate for, IIRC, 2 years, you automatically reverted to virginhood. 
Scotch Tape. Damn if every time I have to wrap a gift I also have to buy scotch tape. I don’t know if I have ever made it to the end of a roll.
I keep losing my pencils in my backpack. I swear, I put them right on top in the smallest front pocket, but I’ll dig in and can’t find them. They’re really nice mechanical pencils, too.
Of course, I always find them after I pull out a fistful of pens, erasers, papers, wallet, and candy wrappers. Right at the very bottom. I don’t get it.
I also misplace books very easily. I lost a book a few weeks ago. Spent days looking for it all over the place. I finally found it under my bed. How? I don’t know. I never brought it back to my bedroom. Tragically, most books I never find. If you are my copy of the second Harry Potter book, I want you back right now, or I’m replacing you with a muchly expensive British version.
jessica
I’ve lost this one ring that Gunslinger made me out of scrapwire at least five times now. I’ve lost it in closet at home, under the beds here in the dorm room, and once it slipped off my finger (it’s quite too large) as I was walking to class in the morning; I thought it was gone forever, but found it the next day under a small plant on the side of the walkway.
I’m always losing chapsticks. Usually they are later found in the pockets of newly-washed jeans - well, the plastic tubes are; the actual chapstick is by then melted and disbursed throughout my clothing. Once I lost a Dr Pepper chapstick that way, and everything I wore smelled sodaliciously good for weeks.
When I lived at home and still had my guitars, I lost the picks at an astounding rate. At least three are currently inside the body of my acoustic guitar; I don’t know what happened to all the others. Luckily I used to work next door to a music shop whose proprietor graciously supplied me with as many free picks (imprinted with the shop’s name) as I needed. I went through them at a rate of three or four a week and it became a running joke. When he heard I was graduating and leaving for college, he gave me a present: 100 picks and a little plastic dispenser to keep them in, that would stick to the inside of my guitar case.
Well I lose my train of thought all the time. I’m easily distracted. But I really don’t think thats the “stuff” you were looking for here
Well, I misplace all sorts of writing utensils. I either lend them to people, or put them somewhere and forge–
Hey look…a bee!
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Amen to that, Trouble! Whenever I answer the damned phone, it seems to take forever for me to find what it was I had just been working on. Glad I’m not the only one with this problem.
And, like racinchikki, I am also have a complete inability to keep up with guitar picks.
I always seem to lose my belt. I always take it off the minute I get home and casually toss it someplace. It is usually found the next morning (during a heated and frantic search for it while trying to get to work on time) under a pile of clothes, under the kitchen table, in a drawer, etc., etc., ad infinitum.
My patience, my equilibrium and my mind.
Okay, getting serious now.
Pens
Scissors
The remote control for my VCR
Dental floss
Nail clippers
Socks
Whatever book I’m reading at the time.
When I was working at my previous nanny job, I went through a period where I lost my house keys at least once a week. Then the youngest child started school full time, and I got a new job with a different family - and a new set of house keys. Almost immediately, the key-losing streak ended. I went months without misplacing them.
Then one day, I went back for a visit - and when I got home and went to let myself in, what do you think I discovered?
Nonny
Glasses, keys and the remote…keys are annoying to lose but I have another set at hand, but glasses…glasses are really annoying because I need my glasses in order to see well enough to find my glasses, it’s an endless loop :sigh:…
The remote is a different story, it’s black and most of my furniture is black or dark coloured…it just blends in. I swear some times it has vaporized into an alternate reality only to reappear when I am at the point of total frustration, it must be the favorite game of the remote control, cause lord knows it does it often enough.
Keith
Sunglasses, of course, but most recently it’s my letter opener.
I can’t find my bin Laden.
I used to have a problem with locking my keys in the car. I would have to have my mom drive over to unlock the car for me. My brother laughed at me until he did it, himself. Now, I look at the keys when I take them out of the ignition, and I don’t lose sight of them until they go into my purse. The same thing happens with my work badges. I also leave my purse on the same desk all the time so that I always know where everything is. Now if it were just that easy to lose weight . . .
My word - I don’t lose any of that stuff. Well, except for the car. Nothing like walking out to the parking lot, looking around for several minutes, and concluding that you must have taken the bus that day. (And the worst part is the gnawing doubts as you ride the bus home, wondering if you really did.)
No, I lose articles of clothing. Stop over for dinner, and leave the jacket there. Next time, come again: and thanks for holding the jacket I’ll be sure to take it home this time… but forget the jacket entirely, and leave the sweater as well. Next time the sandals.
I have yet to leave my pants somewhere, but I’m resigned to believing it’s inevitable.
Eventually I’m going to have to start showing up to dinner parties naked.
I am a Loser and Forgetter of Umbrellas. Worse, an International Loser and Forgetter of Umbrellas. A typical year in my life:
May: Fly to London with a return ticket dated two months in the future and no umbrella. Get rained upon, hailed upon, and mocked by small boys.
June: Realize I can’t stand it any more. Acquire Umbrella #1 by nefarious means in York, leave it in a train station in Edinburgh three days later. Get off train in Glasgow, stumble into Woolworth’s dripping water all over the floor, purchase umbrella #2. Schlep umbrella #2 through much of Europe, except on days when it actually rains, when I invariably leave it at the hostel.
July: Return to England. Go out with a friend for an evening of debauchery in Leeds, realize on the way back that Umbrella #2 has gone missing. Oh well. I’m going back to my own country in two days, and it doesn’t rain there.
September Rainy season begins at home. Duck into a drugstore dripping water all over the floor, purchase umbrella #3 at an extortionate price.
Between October and December: Umbrella #3 vanishes, apparently swallowed by apartment.
December to May: Borrow roommate’s umbrella, which looks almost the same anyway, so I’m pretty sure she won’t notice. My sense of ethics, however, forbids me to take it away for an extended period…
May: Fly to New Zealand, where it is winter. With a return ticket dated three months in the future. And no umbrella.
I never learn.
I always lose lipsticks and earrings. I go through lipsticks like crazy 'cause I often have to replace the ones I lose. I always find them a year later, in a place I just didn’t think to look. After a year, the lipstick just ain’t the same. (But now I do look in those places, and of course, the lipsticks don’t migrate there anymore.) As far as earrings go, well, I’m just letting myself run out of those.
Now that I’m smoking again (yah, I know), I find I regularly misplace my cigarette pack. No big loss there, though, 'cept it’s hard to be rational in the middle of a nic-fit. <g>