Tim, Timtam ... or shoes?

Hey there,
I'm taking a break from housework. Housework, yay. The scourge of the housebound. Ah well, someone's gotta do it, and I know the male of the house isn't going to be the one as he suffers from a terrible, debilitating disease known as domestic blindness, an awful condition usually affecting the males of the species, in which they are unable to see dirt. At least, that's what he says it is. My name for it is 'hey fucker, get your arse up from that couch and do your share of the house work' itis. But, you know, potato, potahto.
Anyway, the reason for my blog today is mainly to get this thought out of my head. I was watching to telly the other day and saw that advert with the genie giving the woman an endless packet of timtams, and I thought to myself "that would never happen". What self respecting woman in her right man, sorry, Freudian, mind, would let that guy go? And for an everlasting packet of timtams? He's a genie, moron! He gave you shoes! He can get you all the Manolo Blahniks you could ever want, and what's more, being a genie, gift you with the rare ability of being able to walk in them! I don't know about anyone else, but I've often wished for a Carrie Bradshaw type ability to be able to run in a pair of stillettos. Then again, considering that the woman weighs nothing, the feat is maybe not so remarkable.
Back to the timtams. Yes, they are scrumptious, but so was the genie! Yes, you can nip off a corner of a timtam and drink chocolate through it..... hmmmm. The mind boggles at that parrallel. Anyway, the guy is a genie! My point is that you can the idea of the everlasting packet of timtams and send the genie down to the shops for a new one next time you have the munchies, and keep the genie to help you work off all those bloody timtams. That way, you can have your timtams and eat him too. Sorry, reverse that. Well, hang on..... haven't really thought that one through yet, but you know what I mean!