I'm pretty organised, every room in my house is spotless apart from the bedroom which is organised chaos.
Mark can never find anything, he'll say 'wheres my.....' all frantic and before he's even finished his sentance Im holding the desired object in front of him.
However I do lose things on occasion and it's usually because either the tabby monkey or the ginger beast have been playing football with whatever it is.
If Mark asks me where something is, it's because he has glanced around the room and it has not leapt out at him - I call it a 'man look'.
OK I just remembered the other week I was going out with a friend and when I went to dry my hair I couldn't find my hairbrush anywhere! I used a rubbish little comb to battle with my almost bottom length hair... Mark then came home, lifted a jumper off the bed and what do you know? theres my hairbrush. I swear I looked everywhere!