I paused, red pen hovering like a hawk, struck by how strange and adorable that usage was. Glummy. Glum + yummy = intriguingly oxymoronic. This girl is a six foot two ball of energy, devours the Twilight books with abandon, yells out cheerfully in class, volunteers at the local church every Saturday morning, plays volleyball, basketball, is in all honors AND gave me a Christmas card on our last day. Glummy. Exactly the kind of word she’d invent. Cute.
So I asked myself, WWSD*?
My pen slashed down, raked across the word, and then I wrote INCORRECT in the sidebar.
Get it right, kid. It’s an harsh world out there.
*What Would Strunk Do?