My husband and I were driving toward our rural home when I  spotted three deer about to cross in front of us. Noticing  that my husband wasn't slowing down, I reached over, gently  touched his arm, and said, "Honey...deer."  He still didn't slow down, so I repeated more firmly, "Honey...deer!"  Suddenly, he hit the brakes, veered, and managed to miss all  three. After I caught my breath from our near-miss, I asked  him why he hadn't paid attention when I warned him.  "Warned me?" he said. "I thought you were being romantic."