My sunglasses and my Diablo II discs.
My mind.
My big padlock and one of my remote controls.
A certain kind of cookies (Flakey Flix) at the grocery store. I just want some Flakey Flix, damnit.
The cap that closes over the battery on my vibrator.
sigh 
My marbles.
My pink and yellow camisole. I have this outfit all planned and ready to wear (well, two-thirds of it, at least) but I can’t find it anywhere. I took it with me to Montreal, brought it back, unpacked it and >poof< it disappeared.
Of course I’ll find it in the dead of winter with nary an outfit to go with it…
For about 3-4 months I couldn’t find my CIV III cd, but I finally found it yesterday. 
My man butt. Just woke up one day and it was gone. Now I have to wear Sans-A-Belt trousers and I’m understandably upset about it.
Reynolds Wrap Wrappers. They’re in a box, organized like Kleenex, and I wrap my husband’s sammiches in them. Can’t find 'em anywhere. I was probably the only person who used them.
My virginity.
Wait a minute…there it is.
Dammit.
My Polaroid.
Our cat’s collar (with her rabies tag). I even hurt myself moving stuff around in the basement so I could look in little spaces where she might have stuck her head.
Our late cat also lost a collar that we never found. We’ll probably find them both in the same place.
My Yoon Do Hyun Band disc 5 CD. I can’t figure out what I did with it. I can find the other two CDs I have by them, but of course, they’re quite a bit crappier.
Tape measures. I have over 20 of them, really, I counted once. I know where two of them are. 
Just yesterday I nearly tore my home office apart looking for a business card from 1998 that I swear I kept.
My hat.
Free time to do the things I want to do instead of have to do…
My husband’s Donovan McNabb jersey. I KNOW we packed it before we moved, we didn’t just leave it hanging in the closet. When we unpacked, it was nowhere to be found. Just disappeared. Not in the box with his other sports jerseys, not in the box with his winter clothing. Just. Gone.
He’s upset, I had a good little snicker in private when he was off sulking.
The rest of my beer. I KNOW I haven’t drank (drunk?) six of them.
My sanity…I haven’t seen it since my oldest daughter was born.
The remote…it was on top of the entertainment center when we left this morning.
That’s all I can think of off hand - DESK