Wanna Live Forever

I am beginning to lose my sex drive. I noticed it last night and twice this morning. But as Big Louie, the star of my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot always says, "Just because we no longer have the rock hard abs and perky breasts like the people in the TV beer commercials, there's no reason to let ourselves just give up and turn into hunks of luke warm meat." And so I think there is still hope.
Hope is pretty much the mission statement of our Louie Louie Generation. Big Louie always says "As long as you have some moving parts left, for crying out loud...move em." And he always reminds us that, "You never can tell when something wonderful is going to happen." Well...something wonderful seems to be happening. If you have been startled by the sound of your favorite song playing in an elevator, if you've been going to the beach to get some color and it turns out the color is blue...because you've been holding your belly in, if you've been lying about not only your age but your children's ages, if you've been getting speeding tickets because you have to hurry while you can still remember where you're going, if "getting any" now means sleep...there is now hope. Seriously.
While I was waiting for my Lady Wonder Wench to fix some of her very personal stuff that really doesn't really need fixing so we could go out to dinner, I was reading a national magazine called The Week. There's a big article in there that says there is serious research going on to double, triple or even forfull how long we live.