I'm Officially a Jackass

My mom likes to buy Christmas presents throughout the year to give to neighbors, the people that work with my dad, etc. At some point this year she got a bunch of stuff from my aunt to add to the gift collection. Last week she decided to get it out and start wrapping it all so it would be ready to go, come the week of Christmas. My mom asked me to get the box and I told her with 99% certainty that I hadn't ever seen it. She figured it had been stored somewhere in the basement and told me she got the loot around October. Do y'all recall the Great Cleanout? If so, you'll rememeber it happened over Labor Day weekend which was at the end of August/beginning of October. This means that I would distinctly remember placing the box of goodies in my closet after that point, and it would be easily visible because it is all very neatly organized. Therefore, there is no way it's in my closet or anywhere else in the basement, for that matter. Well, fast forward a week , post searching high and low all throughout the house, garage, cars, trunks and anywhere else we can think of. Still can't find it... my mom is in tears... so I decide to check the basement one more time. Well, lo and behold, the plastic box in the bottom corner of my closet (that I was 99% sure did NOT contain the gifts) happens to be the box full of missing stuff. I pulled it out of the closet, carried it upstairs, and before I got to the top I told my mom, "Don't be mad at me, but look what I found!" Needless to say, she was relieved. And now I can say I'm officially a jackass.