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."