BOOM—GRID, EAT YOUR HEART OUT!
After months of trenching, trudging through red clay, and torque-wrenching screws until my forearms screamed, today we hit the big red switch. solar panels tipped their hats, inverters let out a happy purr, and every meter on the property started spinning backwards like it spotted the cops. The sun’s literally putting beer money back in my pocket—instant carbon-neutral booze fund.
So yeah, an adult beverage is sweating beside me right now, a hand-rolled Nicaraguan habano is billowing clouds, and the only grid I’m tied to is the lawn chairs aluminum frame. Next mission: teach the pup we don’t chase the inverter blinking LEDs—pray for me.
Shine on, fellow freedom junkies.