Otherwise known as 'under the couch cushions'.
I haven't checked under the cushions in a while; not since the last time I lost my cell phone. If the contents under the couch say anything about a person, mine says: loves Dorritos, bracelet made by daughter, hair clips, a variety of pens, her synonym finder, and has, during a too-lazy-to-go-put-pj's-on TV night, removed bra from underneath shirt and left it on the couch. Hey, gotta be comfortable, right? I was wondering where that missing undergarmet had gone! And not a single coin. Which obviously tells you I'm either broke or don't carry cash -- I'll let you figure out which one. Heh.
But, no cell phone, which was later found after much freaking out (because it's my only phone) on top of the dryer in the laundry closet.