My computer seems to love squiggly red lines underneath all too many of my words. Not that I've ever been one to let that fat cat Webster and his grammar police girlfriend Merriam dictate any particular stretch of vowel and consonant cake I'm putting together...but on the other hand, nobody likes a typo. They're bad for your skin and three out of four housewives don't prefer them to the leading brand of Bloody Mary mix.
So my pondering: How do you spell it?
Fulltime, one, solid word, like a Class C ready to be backed in to any shady spot on a whim.
Full-time, like some trailer toad combo, always desperate for a pull through.
Or full time, separated but equal, one ready to sit around the park all day while the other flirts with finding city parking.