Down from Mount Crumpet...

The Grinch Load

 Michael and his uncle Jim having just arrived from Ottawa.  Jim is 69!  Get OUT!! (he's the one standing in the garage in case you were confused).

 Michael drove the Volvo.  Volvo is Swedish for 'A Grinch Load'.
The entire village of Whoville can fit in the back of a Volvo wagon.

If you're the kind of person who really looks closely at pictures, you will see rocks in the back of the Uhaul, and a black Dodge pick up truck in the yard.  That is the REALLY REALLY used truck that we bought to replace my REALLY REALLY nice Toyota Tacoma - which caught on fire during the first move from Ottawa.
Oh, and the best part was, because we had cancelled our apartment insurance, and weren't parked in the yard at the new house when it happened (because Michael was driving the truck when it caught fire) everything that wasn't covered by insurance, but expensive?  Gone.  Burt to a blistering mess.  My Miele vacuum cleaner that could suck Satan up from hell?  Poof.  The jogger stroller?  Toast.  All of my jewlery, pygamas, and shoes?
Yeah... The badly shorn singers in Whoville wouldn't have sung a single g.d. peep if it had been them!

The important thing of course is that Michael was fine.  A few burns on his arm from trying to rescue said penultimate vacuum.  The only two things that survived?  Michael's rock nerd books, and my fathers wedding ring.
I know.  I KNOW!