Welcome to Armchair August! We're surprising Em with the theme they demanded and then forgot about. They got a little tangled in their own puppet strings but don't worry, Em's just the puppet master and really the puppets are playing Em. And we were blown away by all of your armchair stories! We hear from folks who saw faceless men who froze to death glaring from their Lay-Z-Boy, had their sheets caught in an armchair full of ghostly withered arms, had yearly lucid dreams of embroidered armchairs and dangerous scarecrow men on Halloween, and even had their lives saved by an outdoor rocking armchair! Should we keep it going with Ottoman Autumn? ...and that's why we drink!