Life is a slippery slope, or at least it is for me. The last time I tried to climb a slope, it was so slippery, my shoes stayed in the mud and my butt stayed on the grass. Very slippery. And sloping.
Clearly, I should not try climbing slippery slopes, but it was so lovely down there, in the mud by the river.
People use the term “it’s a slippery slope” when they are warning you that something you are doing is likely to get you into trouble, generally trouble from which you have previously extracted yourself.
I’m now at a point where I’ve slid down all the slopes. Everything is slippery and it’s nothing but slopes. So I’ll plod along and try to keep my shoes out of the river and the muck.