Well, after I decide I need to cut my nails, I go tear up the whole house looking for one of the 15 or so nail cutters we have in the house. After two hours of searching, I remember where I put them so I dont' have to do this again. I go there. My wife has since used them and put them in her spot where she would remember them for next time. At that point, I give up and go to Krogers, buy another pair. Drive back home, and sitdown on something. Notice I'm sitting on something. Reach underneath me to fishout what ever is stabbing my butt. Oh the nail cutters.
And so I add to my collection. Then I toss a one pair into my tackle box. Those somehow dissapear too. I don't understand who steals them out of my apartment.