You Love Me

You must. I'm buying you pressies. And, as we all know, when someone buys us a gift, we are obligated to do their bidding until the end of time. Or...at least for a week or two.

Last night, I approved the final proof of my custom-designed minion buttons and ordered them. (If you need buttons, holy crap, go see Sean--amazing prices, great to work with, can't say enough good things) But as I'm gifting you with pressies, you must do my bidding (as if there was ever any question of that...you are minions, after all).

I will send a free button that identifies you as my minion (yes, this applies to anyone who is reading this right now, no matter how fresh you are to the blog). In fact, I'll send you each two--provided you give someone the extra button and direct them to all things Heather Brewer (let me know if you need more than two...we'll talk). In short, my minion horde, it's time for you to go forth and spread the minion love with your minion bling. Cool? Cool. Also, I require a picture of you wearing your button and if you're under 18, permission from your parent to use it on my revamped website (coming soon!). (If you're over 18, I'm doing it anyway, so neener neener boo boo.) And hey, let's keep 'em clean, folks.

What's the catch? Not one damn thing. The buttons are gorgeous, free, and purely selfish on my part, as I love giving pressies and I adore my growing minion horde. *kish kish*

(Oh, also, wearing this button declares your eternal love for me and ensures me that when the time comes, you'll buy my books and sing their praises from every nearby rooftop you can reach.)