That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for August 24, 2023

My original post back in 2019:

“If you want an accurate reading, you have to remember the petticoat adds 3 or 4 pound.“

/// All who work at the Mill must be weighed

for their new anti-stealing crusade.

If she weighs a lot more

when she walks out the door

than she did walking in, she’s been “made.”

My original comment: Jeb was checking to see if he got value for his money on his mail order bride.

It’s easier to weigh the dress if I have you wear it.

In places where women abound/

And feminists seldom are found/

It isn’t uncommon/

For women (like salmon)/

To be legally sold by the pound.

You sell by the pound? I seen ‘ya drinkin’ all that water when youse was standing by the traugh. You go relieve yourself and get back here quick.

Old man Finkleton knew that his family would be set for generations. His scale, which always read 20 pounds lighter, sold like hotcakes.

It’s cheaper by the pound

“Miss Johannsen your weight with clothes on is 147 pounds! ….. And now we must weigh you with your clothes off.” (No wonder he’s smiling.)

Sid’s new marketing ploy, sell mail order brides by the pound

“No kidding. You should weigh me when I wear a hoop skirt.

What she says: “Why thank you dear, this is a very nice birthday present,”

What she thinks: “Why a scale? Is he implying I’m fat?”

She’s a long way out of his league/

She grooves on the music of Grieg/

He’s a maundering MAGA/

Who digs Lady Gaga

“No ma’am. I think you need another 5 pounds in the bustle for this year.

I didn’t just marry ya for your looks young lady, ya need 20 more pounds for childbearing hips!

It appears that she’s making the grade/

But his judgment will be delayed/

So by tension we’re gripped/

Until she has stripped/

And all of her assets displayed.

“You know, my dear, that the only way to get your true weight is to shed those bulky clothes … but you can keep your pretty posies.”

There once was a woman named Lockett* Who put eight pounds of sand in her pocket.* When she went to the loo,* She threw it in too* And went home with a frock full of sprockets

“Look, sweetheart, I’m up to having to put a whole hand on the scale. It’s time you gave up Bundt cakes.”

“Yep, I guessed it within three pounds. Think I’ll get me a job at the carnival.”

That title was a blanket statement.

Grandpa loved plump girls on which to pounce, for he knew there was more bounce to the ounce, the young maid’s reply was somewhat stroppy, she didn’t want to become too hippy to be hoppy, so off she went with a flounce.

If’n you gain more weight Ellie, I might have to send you to the lumber campInstead of Lady Godiva’s house parlor!

It’s a restaurant where you pay by how much you ate.

A New Weight or Weighed at the Mill: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Paintings by John George Brown" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Weight, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. Other versions shows the archived webpage that had the strip coloration image.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by merely clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s THROWBACK THURSDAY: MASTERPIECE #2337 (11/26/19) (August 23, 2023) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment. I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 7 works by this artist have been used here (8 times total, including this Throwback Thursday repeat), the November 26, 2019, strip being its first use. The May 11, 2020, strip has the prior by him.

He’s how I imagine Mr. Old Timer on “Fibber McGee and Molly.”

Her name was Polly Anchors. Hence, the expression “Anchors a weigh.”

Bessie makes her MMA fighting weight.

pappa john measuring lucy to see how big a ham she can hide under her dress from the grocery store

/// “I’m afraid that I cannot condone

your announcing I weigh thirteen stone!

Look at all of these flounces—

each weighs over twelve ounces.

My steel corset weighs nine pounds alone!”

See? What did I tell you?

The painting didn’t make you look 10 pounds heavier!

Yes. That does look unwieldly. Let me hold your dress, and we can try again.