Carma,
I´m writing from the post office, and this express mail costs more than what I make in two hours at Wallman´s so it better get to you tomorrow. I can´t figure out what the Pants meant to me yet. It was either profound or not. I´ll tell you when I know. You´ll do better because you are the one and only Carma Carmeena. 
I better sign off, ´cause the lady in the window is about to go postal (heh heh). 

                                                                  Love,
                                                                 Tibby