For those of you who do not know me personally, I'm half Italian. Which makes this story a little more interesting. Katie has one of those "horse heads on a stick" - don't know what they are actually called. This morning I came back to my room after taking a shower and it was in my bed covered up like it was sleeping. Images of The Godfather racing around my head I just stood there and giggled. It wasn't as threatening since it was pink, but I'm not sure if she was trying to leave me a message or not. I'm watching my back.