Bravo!  Love "pizes" in the mail.  Heck I love surprises of any kind.  Remember when you were just a wee toddler your Papa would show up to visit you (everyday) and you would crawl into his lap and look in his shirt pocket for "pizes"!  Except you had a lisp back then so it sounded like the z was a th.  He always had something in that pocket for you girls whether it be a lollypop or a nickel for your piggy banks.