My entry for the next Blogathon game:
The name Cootiehog came from my husband Denis. When we first got married in 1997 he would hog the bed (at the time we had a small double bed). One night in the middle of summer it was unbearably hot in the room, and yet he was sleeping right up against me, forcing me to the edge of the bed to get some space and air between us. So I called him a bedhog. Well, he proceeded to stretch out even more, and at that point I demanded he move because I didn’t want his cooties on me. He wouldn’t move, and quickly I began shouting, “You are such a cootiehog!†The nickname stuck and when it came time to register a domain for our website, the choice was obvious.
I’ve often wondered but never thought to ask where this interesting choice of names came from…funny. 🙂
What on EARTH are you doing up at this hour, woman????
I just woke up in my living room…fell asleep on the couch with my laptop on. 😉