I was wrong.
It took us an hour to discover that we were unable to unscrew the majority of our fixtures! And, of the few fixtures we were able to remove, the replacements I bought didn't work with our connections.
While frustrating, the fixture debacle isn't what monopolized our evening. Not even close. As I made my way to our engine room to retrieve yet another pair of pliers for Eric, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a slight dark mark on the floor of our front passageway...the floor just outside of our forward head (bathroom). I knew immediately what I was looking at--water damage.
I alerted Eric to the issue. Then, we hurriedly repackaged our never-to-be-installed galley fixtures and headed to the forward head to fix the leak.
As I sat crumpled in the base of the shower dangerously attempted to pry open an access hatch with an untrustworthy pocket knife, it occurred to me that perhaps we should just turn off toilet and call it a night. At that same moment, Eric popped his head into the shower and said, "I don't want to do this anymore." I concurred.
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So, we turned off the water, put down our tools, switched off the lights, and wearily retired to our quarters.
Tonight, Eric determined that there was no leak. I have no idea how this is even possible, as there is clearly a leak, but I have no motivation to continue the investigation. For now,"sweaty pipes" is what was named as the culprit.