Ah, the pleasure of visiting a Northwoods cottage on the lake. Where you live in your bathing suit, eat fish that you catch, and drink a lot of beer with your relatives (or better yet, friends’ relatives). Its gotta be one of the great pleasures of living in Wisconsin. You get to feel like you are roughin’ it, but in reality the septic tank is well disguised by what seems to be a fully plumbed bathroom. And there always seems to be motivational or humorous art to distract you; definitely something to be grateful for.

Somehow, this song seems a fitting companion.