License of Awesomeness

So, I haven't left the house very much since Carolyn was born.  Ok, so like, maybe once when it was just me and her.  Mostly because I'm terrified to breastfeed in public.  I just can't seem to get the hang of getting her latched on under my Udder Cover without flashing everyone in the process.  I've practiced at home and still, it's not getting any better.

But then I got this sweet letter in the mail from La Leche League International.  They've basically set me free from my worries.  How's that, you ask?  Take a look:

That's right.  I totally have a license now.  To breastfeed in public.  In fact,  according to provisions of Chapter 165, Texas Health and Safety Code, I actually have the right to take my shirt and bra all the way off to breastfeed if I want. 

 If anyone complains about my lewd behavior, I'll just whip this out and say, "Sorry, bucko, I have a license to be half nude in public.  If you've got a problem with it, take it up with the Texas Department of Health."

Boo-ya!  That'll show 'em. 

I'm going to laminate this and put it in my wallet.  Right next to my Chucky Cheese membership.