So I lost my watch a month, maybe two months ago. I’ve been using the clock on my Treo to make sure I don’t go too long on interviews and such, but it seems rude to constantly look at my phone. I had hoped to find the watch, but since it had been many weeks, I resigned myself to buying another one.
The other day I wanted to check work email from home so I look for my RSA key fob. Can’t find it. I ask my wife and she says she thought she saw it on the couch. I go to the couch and it’s not there, but just in case, I pick up the cushions and low and behold, right next to a piece of stale popcorn, there is my watch! 
Very satisfying. And yes, I found my RSA key fob, but not in the couch but in the previous day’s pants pocket.
We’re swimming in the same gene pool. Actually, we’re treading water, since we’ve lost our floaties. Maybe I should look under the couch.
In the pool with us are your beloved niece and nephew who have elevated losing things to an art form.