Ha! Yah, the other day my mom was like, "we're driving by Sears do you want us to drop by your keys or do you want to go with us to your sister's."
At which point I asked, "where did you find my keys?"
"Oh, on the server (wooden thing, doesn't run linux guys) where you left them!"
"I left them in the door."

My mom has a COMPULSION for never cleaning, but always moving peoples things when they get in her way. If I leave my bible on the counter one Sunday she'll throw it in a drawer some place and then say she didn't touch it.
She's like the anti-organizer, might be why we don't get along. I swear she has three different spots where she says the wisk should go... you're screwed no matter where you put it cause it'll be the wrong spot that day.