I tell my wife that I never lose anything; I only misplace stuff. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. 
Sure enough, today I sat down in my favorite reading chair to peruse my favorite cookbook. After no more than two minutes of flipping through the pages, a memory card that had been missing 10 months fell out of the cookbook onto my lap. (I had post-processed and cataloged the images before the memory card had gone missing.) I had used this cookbook at least ten times since misplacing the memory card.
I reminded my wife that I had told her long ago that we would eventually find the missing card. Neither telling her the first time nor reminding her about that upon finding the card did anything helpful about returning me to her good graces.
I can imagine a few scenarios in which the memory card might have found its way into the cookbook and none of them make me look very good.
Feel free to add your stories about misplacing anything: how you found them, how long it took to find them, anything interesting relating to the missing stuff.
Sure enough, today I sat down in my favorite reading chair to peruse my favorite cookbook. After no more than two minutes of flipping through the pages, a memory card that had been missing 10 months fell out of the cookbook onto my lap. (I had post-processed and cataloged the images before the memory card had gone missing.) I had used this cookbook at least ten times since misplacing the memory card.
I reminded my wife that I had told her long ago that we would eventually find the missing card. Neither telling her the first time nor reminding her about that upon finding the card did anything helpful about returning me to her good graces.
I can imagine a few scenarios in which the memory card might have found its way into the cookbook and none of them make me look very good.
Feel free to add your stories about misplacing anything: how you found them, how long it took to find them, anything interesting relating to the missing stuff.
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