None of this would have happened without these bitches:

• Amanda Sandlin.  Graphic designer extraordinaire.  Logo and fabulous background photos courtesy of her immense talent.  Moreover, a kind and genuine soul whom I'm privileged to call my friend.  
• Michelle, my belle.  One of my oldest and dearest friends, fellow bitch, not afraid to call me on my (often long-winded) sh*t.  I'm glad this didn't end with me crying on your front porch with a phallus drawn on my hand.
• Special Agent B.  Sorority sister, professional bruncher, lover of the theatre, and my friendship soulmate.  If you knew how much she helped me, she'd have to kill you.  
• Dr. P.  Cheerleader, life coach, connoisseur of flaming Greek cheeses.  The only good thing ever to come out of Ohio, besides Rob Lowe, is our friendship.
• B, Esq.  If it weren't for a night of margaritas and Mexican food, and you encouraging me to go for this for the past few years, this really never would have happened.  This is in writing, so legally you can hold me to your indispensable contribution to my success (you know, if this ends up being a success... if it doesn't, you're dead to me).  

To all of you wonderful women, I say a million times over: