My basement flooded, again, thanks to the rain. I love rain, but I hate it when the basement gets flooded. This is the third time. My parents take turns using the water sucking thingy and they suck up the water in the basement. But what really bothers me is the sound. When I was around 4, I used to cry when my mom used the vachum because I REALLY hated that sound. Right now I'm not about to cry, but I'd like to take a bat to that machine, really, I would. My parents won't let me help with the sucky thing either, last time when I helped my spine was in utter mishery, so they won't let me help them, thank god.