Oh to be lucky in love.
Well, for Melanie Dyment, the jury is still out.
She is a self-professed Schleprock: a person the Urban Dictionary describes as one who is said to be unlucky or extremely unfortunate.
"I always say if I didn't have bad luck I would have no luck,'' said Dyment, a 37-year-old teacher living just outside Tyne Valley in Port Hill.
A lot of strange mishaps have befallen Dyment over the years. She cited a string of nasty complications following mouth surgery as one Schleprockish event that immediately springs to mind.
But her fortunes took a positive turn while spending March break in Mexico with Michael Gorveatt, her partner of three years.
Gorveatt, 39, a mechanic who lives with Dyment in Port Hill, proposed marriage. Dyment accepted.
The pair decided to get married early this summer. She suggested one attention-grabbing date in particular and Gorveatt, who is not the least bit superstitious, agreed.
The couple returned to P.E.I. and started preparing to tie the knot on July 13. That is Friday the 13th to be exact.
Dyment's mother did her best to coax another date for the marriage — just about any date other than that one.
But Dyment sees Friday the 13th as perhaps a way to confront her bad-luck demons, maybe even to exorcise all those little Schleprockers for good.
Others found the date fitting.
"Most people just laugh because they know me,'' she said.
"They know I'm a Schleprock.''
All the wedding plans went without a hitch. A romantic honeymoon in New York was also booked.
Then that old Schleprock factor showed up weeks before the Friday the 13th wedding.
Dyment was attending her 20-year school reunion on June 20 "looking real good.''
She was wearing high heels to die for. While dancing with friends, her shoes proved to be painful if not deadly.
Dyment tumbled to the floor. She broke her right ankle and fractured a bone in her left foot.
The injury has left her using a walker — yes, the kind some grandmothers use at nursing homes — to travel short distances. For longer stretches, she hops in a wheelchair.
So she has guaranteed an elegant walk down the aisle on her wedding day is not in the cards. She may be rolled down but she hopes to hop along behind her walker.
At least one other wedding cast member will, like Dyment, be a casted participant.
Gorveatt's young niece will serve as one of the flower girls with her right arm in a cast thanks to a fall off a teeter-totter just two weeks ago.
And there will be a 14-year-old usher with a bandage wrapped over a finger that he injured Monday while whittling wood.
For Dyment's own ill-timed dance floor tumble, family and friends have been offering up well-intentioned "God love ya'' and "you poor thing'' left, right and centre.
Still, despite the pre-wedding setbacks, Dyment feels like a lucky gal these days.
She is banking on Gorveatt's good luck countering her own bad luck.
"I'm just really happy to be marrying Mike,'' she said.
"Everything else doesn't really matter.''