A pretty princess went out to play

Ok. Went to work and back. Still sick but mostly a nagging cough. FYI, there is this cough mixture that tastes horrible but works soooo good I torture myself. It's this stuff called Buckley's..yuck and thank you to them. "A pretty princess went out to play" is the next line in that poem. I would love to have some fantastic story about today to match it. Or atleast give you some fantasy world to escape to. Unfortunately It didn't happen, unless you count the wink I got from a guy standing in line or it may have been a nervous twitch. The Pretty Princess is of course someone with undoubted beauty. And if you think I am the princess you are so wrong. I will explain this later.