I am my own Foley artist
It's a normal day in the Swenson household (est'd 2016) with Mark and me looking for snacks in the kitchen, when I pull out an applesauce pouch to eat.
Perhaps the package said "Mix well", or maybe I just thought it needed a shake-up, but I knead the pouch for 10 seconds or so--and Mark starts giggling. At which point I realize that when I started to squeeze the pouch, I started a "wee-bee-wee-dee" sound.
I wish I could say this is an anomaly, but as I type this post, I moved my laptop and made a creaky "earrr-Ip" sound.
When I rinse dishes, a "shwish" escapes my lips.
Most of this I'm doing subconsciously, so I am having a hard time creating a translation dictionary for "Sadie Sounds."
But Mark is getting the hang of it.
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