Entering Freak Out Mode

OK. The kid is graduating (!!) on friday. I have actually mailed out announcements (I know. It's amazing, isn't it?!). I woke up the kid early (since it's about the only time we're in the house at the same time), and asked him if he got his cap & gown out of it's little package.
"yeah, last week sometime" he said, kind of groggily (geez, I wonder why?).
"How is it for wrinkles?"
"It's not good" (or something to that effect).
So I got it out of the closet to look at. I saw all the perfect little creases where it was originally in it's teeny plastic package. The label says do not wash or dry clean. Geez, is it made out of paper?
"How do you get the wrinkles out?"
"Steam"

Damn! No 1., I'm not sure my iron survived the move. No 2., I'm not that good at ironing. I don't want to melt the silly thing. But this did kind of cue a flashback:

Flashback
After Jimmy's Kindergarten, I lost my little house in Midwest City, on Tinker Drive (but luckily didn't affect my credit). I went to live with my parents in Del City. Jimmy's first grade was at Del City Elementary. I decided, even though he would only be able to participate every other weekend, to put him in Tiger Cubs - a pre-Cub Scout, Boy Scout thing. You don't have a uniform, but you get iron-on tigers (for parent and cub).

So, there I am, holding my iron (purchased solely to help block knitted pieces - which I also didn't do well - iron, not knitting. I rock at knitting.), waiting for it heat up. Jimmy looks up at me, deep concern on his face and asks, "Mom, do you know how to iron?"
It was a legitimate question, seeing how he'd probably never seen me iron before.
I give him a kind of annoyed, "Yes, I know how to iron!" And ironed on the tigers with no problem.

/flashback

Holy Christ! What am I going to do? I don't even know where my iron (yes, a steam iron) is! Maybe someone at work has one of those steamer things, you know, that steam out wrinkles. It'll be Friday before I know it.