I have to go to the dentist today.
Usually I don't mind going to the dentist because it's pretty straightforward - my dentist will tell me I have a lovely smile, his hygienist will clean my teeth, I will write them a cheque and then I will leave.
But today I have to go and get an old filling replaced.
This particular filling has been in my mouth for probably thirty years, maybe more.
I don't want to have this filling replaced.
It's not that I'm emotionally attached to it, it's just that I don't want needles in my mouth for freezing and I don't want pain.
I could wimp out and not go but that would just prolonging the inevitable and sooner or later I would probably have to go and have this done.
I am going to the dentist today.
And I will be brave and I will close my eyes and I will have this done.
But then again, perhaps I should just skip the dentist and go shoe shopping instead.
Shoes are a lot less painful then dental work and possibly could even be cheaper.
There you go, I'm going shoe shopping instead of going to the dentist to save my family money!
I love this type of justification.
Dental work is good. Shoes are better.