Tower of Jell-O

Julia was in the kitchen trying to break her own record for the tallest tower of Jell-O.  She had managed twenty-five inches on Flag Day, but was now going for twenty-seven.

Marked walked in the front door.  He was wearing a bathing suit and a cowboy hat.  He looked distressed.

"Someone stole our mailbox!" he exclaimed.

"Don't shout.  This requires complete concentration."

"But the mailman won't have anyplace to put the mail."

"Who cares?  We just get bills anyway."

"I am expecting an important letter from Edmund Brown," Mark said as he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his thick blond hair.

"Who is Edmund Brown?"

"He is the Attorney General of California."

"Just put something else out there for the mail.  Like a basket or a bucket."

"A mailbucket?  It just won't work."

Suddenly, Julia's tower tipped and splashed onto the floor, covering Mark's naked feet with raspberry Jell-O.  Julia glared at Mark.

Mark put his hat back on.  "I think that there are some laws of physics that you just can't fight."