A Safe Spot

I will spend much of today looking for a safe spot.  Now it’s not because I have something that needs to be kept safe but that I put something somewhere safe and now I don’t know where that was.
Damn
I’ve started gathering all our paperwork for tax time and as things have slowly trickled in I’ve made sure to put everything together.  Except for one rather  important little piece of paper which thanks to a rather late mail pick-up was, instead of being put where it belonged, put somewhere safe.  
It was a moment of laziness I just didn’t feel like running it down to be added to the rest of my paperwork.  So instead of facing the trial of a single flight of stairs to put it where it belonged I put it somewhere safe until I was headed that way anyways.
Now where exactly was that?
We don’t have a particularly large home and there are only so many places I could have put it yet it continues to elude me.  This search and rescue thing I got going on is taking significantly more time than if I’d just run it down to where it belonged in the first place.
I hate paperwork. 

edit:
Huh, ok I found it. In the most unlikely of places…..right where it belonged. I swear I must be organizing in my sleep because I certainly don’t remember putting it there.