Potato Forgery

This shall be short as time is limited.
I was given mashed potatoes as my Thanksgiving bring along. Now, for whatever reason every single batch of mashed potatoes I make lately has been awful. They hate me. I can make desserts I can't pronounce, but I cannot seem to turn a simple spud into something eatable when mashed. Since my mom was so stressed and busy I didn't want to not help by doing the potatoes, and thus I asked if I might get Simply Potatoes and use those. She said that was fine and I merrily did so.
And honestly, they are so good. If you haven't tried them, you must. They're real potatoes and nothing weird and you truly and honestly would rather eat them than the ones I make from scratch, I can promise you that.
So I bought three containers and we served those and no one was the wiser...until...
My sister-in-law pointed out how good they were and complimented me on my great potatoes.
This is where it fell apart.
See, I felt all guilty as I had not actually done anything harder than going to Giant the week of Thanksgiving...but really...that's kind of a challenge, right? I mean, I was there longer than it would have taken me to make actual mashed potatoes, so it should count. I'm counting it.
Still...the guilt...I was all shameful and sad. Therefore I could not contain it and outed myself as a potato fraud. And then everyone knew the potatoes were a forgery and I am forever disgraced as a Thanksgiving Potato Counterfeiter. Clearly I shall never be given potato duty again. Although, in retrospect, that is probably a good thing.
Hm, perhaps the truth has set me free after all. :)