Is home improvement propoganda really a satanic conspiracy?
In order to replace a tiny rotted section of basement ceiling, we cut a huge hole in the ceiling, looked around with flashlights, drove to Lowe's and got the stuff to fix-it. New drywall had to be cut and fit into place and plastered and stippled and painted.

Next, to insure that the tiny section of basement ceiling would not rot again, we had to seal the upstairs bathroom floor, specifically around the bathtub where so many baths endured by so many little boys always involved a great deal of water on the floor, leading to the basement ceiling problem.

While sealing the floor would be simple enough, home improvement propoganda convinced us it would be a good time to replace and update the bathroom floor. Another trip to Lowe's and Home Depot to compare flooring choices. The boxes of new floor clashed with the bold plaid wallpaper, so it was back to the Home Depot to pick up rolls of neutral colored wallpaper. Figure in an extra half hour while the clerk checked the mismatched shelf tag price with the checkout price of the new rolls. After stripping the old paper, and finding the patternless paper shows seams--a problem to solve in the future--the new paper also made the door and cabinet trim look dingy, so we got out the paint can and brush. While we're at it, and we've got the toilet temporarily out of the way, ( and the toilet seat gave us fits to remove, ) we retrofitted a ventilation fan that works.

Speaking of the toilet, add an hour to de-mineralize the thing and scrub it outside in the driveway, and another half hour before we realize the neighbors are having a party, and their visitors have all parked within viewing distance of our "outside" toilet.

Three days later, the room is half-papered. tools cover the countertop, and the toilet is under a tarp in the driveway and neither one of us wants to spend another minute in the room, let alone lay a new floor. The trouble in believing the home improvement propaganda is that once you start down that road, there's no bread crumbs to bring you back.