Usually I like surprises

Usually I like surprises. Like that one time JJ set up a tent in our attic so we could go camping without me having to pee outside. Or the time my friend from NYC showed up at my bachelorette party after convincing me she couldn't afford a flight.

On Thursday husband had a surprise waiting for me when I got home. He went dumpster diving and brought me a table.

This wasn't quite as random as it sounds. I've been wanting to find a small table to put next to our armchair to put drinks on because we currently set drinks on the floor {and kick them over almost nightly}. So when he saw a table laying next to the dumpster outside out building, he had good intentions.

 But the top looks like it got in a fight with a cat and the first time we set a drink on it the top bubbled up.

Thanks? 

To thank him I made him the saddest excuse for a cheese quesadilla known to man.